Jasper was staring at her. She could see the hint of a smile forming at one corner of his mouth, and she knew he knew she was bluffing. That smile sen...t a shudder through her. It seemed like he knew more than he was saying. He knew exactly what had changed for her. He was just testing her, seeing how much she'd actually tell him."Do you know?" she asked quietly. It scared her more than she'd like to admit that someone out there could know what happened to her.Jasper shook his head quickly. "No,. You don't have to quit so soon, do you?"We washed each other and then she said, "I have to go home to dress. I'm going to miss you all day now, so I want to make sure I see you as soon after work as I can. Will you call me?"I handed her my cell phone, "Put your number in for me. I have a flying lesson this afternoon and might be late." You're learning to fly?" Well, I actually have my license, but I'm in instrument school right now."Brandy was grinning, "I was worried about how my dad was going. ‘No wonder you love this guy. I can’t believe his body. Look at the areas the bullets hit. He would’ve been killed for sure. I told Dad about the gunfight. He saw some of it on TV. He said Steve’s the best shot he’s ever seen with a handgun. It’s a damn good thing he thinks fast, and shoots faster. That whole situation was incredible.’ ‘Let me see,’ demanded Jordan as she pressed in close. ‘My God! If you hadn’t had that vest on, you’d be gone for sure. I was never so scared in my life. I was. Which was real: the person I had seemed to be all my life, who excelled at school and work, or the person I was with Brad? The only indicator was that I remained passive. One evening though, half hysterically, I did confront Brad. We were in his suite at the Meridian in Boston. I was half dressed. He was bending over his laptop. His back toward me, attaching the cable from his digital camera, with which he had just taken several pictures of me with my hand up my cunt–something which I frankly.