His darkly tanned muscles shining in the harsh heat of the sun. An axe was held over his shoulder and he stood looking at Lucy with a curious expressi...n on his clean shaven ruggedly handsome face. He brushed a lock of his golden hair off his forehead as he swung the axe down once more to lodge it firmly into the base log. He wiped his hands on his faded swim shorts and took a step towards Lucy. "Hello?" He called out in a rough raspy manly voice.Lucy realised she must have been standing there. I checked my hand bag's contents, a small purse which contained myfemale Id, makeup to make any running repairs, tissues, my mobile phoneand a couple of tampons. I smiled as I remembered who told me about thatlittle trick.There was a gentle knock on my door."Come in," I answered in my practiced female voice.Karen, my girlfriend, entered. "WOW!" she exclaimed. "Clara you lookfantastic. You'll knock them down." She smiled. "It's nice to see thetrue you."I smiled back. "Thank you Karen," I. Fowler might call for Nowak in an hour, or in three hours, maybe four. We had to be ready.I’d had him stop in Astoria at a blue and white food truck by the elevated tracks. King Souvlaki. Hakleford smiled, “Greek.”“Yep, let’s provision-up. Could be a long night.”We ordered souvlaki on sticks — spicy pork and also chicken with squeezes of lemon and a fiery sauce. Two platters over rice — pork gyro, chicken gyro. Greek fries cooked, allegedly, in Greek extra-virgin olive oil. We’ll see.Seven. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked. ‘Rachel,’ she answered. ‘I’m Lily,’ I said. I desperately wanted to kiss her but restrained myself. I had visions of us tumbling around my bed, filling the room with our combined scents. It was the sweetest perfume. It is like going to a market when you’re hungry and every sense is assailing you to satisfy these overwhelming impulses. ‘Are you from around here?’ I asked. ‘No. Well, yes, I’m in the Marines and home on leave for the week,’ she told me. Her arms.