? I was shocked and could only manage to mumble almost incoherently. ? Areyou sure that she is alright??. ?Yes please believe me.? She willbe just fi...ne. Apart from the arm and the minor cuts I think that she is justsuffering from the shock of the accident.?She seemed more worried about you and told me where you were?.. and thatyou were well?.., shall we say playing games? Relieved to hear this I asked if I could go and change out of the suitand boots. The constable smiled humorously and again. Laurine didn't know but suspected that the gems were real. The director of Love, Inc. did things first class.Working for Love, Inc. certainly had its advantages. She was getting better money here than she ever could working as a secretary. Laughing to herself, she had to admit she was making better money than the heads of some companies, much less their secretaries.She was in a quandary over what to tell Bill when she saw him next. The director still hadn't told her where Love, Inc. was located. They talked and talked – opera. She was an opera buff of the first order. She had seen Die Fledermaus eleven times and she was only twenty one years old! She loved the food and he loved her erudition.Yes, she was very pretty. Wonderful figure, delicate facial features – small turned-up nose, big green eyes, and of course, the legs. She wore the obligatory little black dress set off with a neat intricate gold necklace and matching earrings. Lovely girl, and much too young for him, he assured. Being made to scream hadn’t always been such a terrible thing, at least in her experiences, the thought making her shiver, fear and desire warring within her at the prospect.“Oh, look at her,” the mannequin dressed for a picnic giggled, drawing her attention back to the trio.“I know that look,” the one in silk tittered.“She’s not quite as innocent as she looks.”“Be careful where your desires lead you.”“One can’t run from what’s inside one’s head.”“Or heart.”Deciding that she really didn’t want.