Nassar was smiling over her fine acting skills.“Sister, this is a serious matter. I cannot give advice on the phone.”“Yes sir, I want to talk to... you in person. A friend told me about you and gave me your number. But I don’t know your address. I want to talk about the matter face to face with you.”“Fine sister. I’m going to send you my address.”“Where can I come, sir?”“When you want to come?”“I teach in a school and between two and three in the afternoon is the best time for me. Then I’m busy in. My company is in to promoter and models for trade shows and photoshoot.I have had many one night stand and casual encounters right from my college and I always make it very clear from the beginning that I am not in to any serious relationships, and always make sure no string attached. I am athletic and have a good knack of making others happy. Without saying much, let me get in to this incident and sex story.I was approached by a client, she said she need a model for photoshoot for her clothing. Collins assured her, this afternoon in fact, that her selection was based entirely on merit."But you've been singing for what, two weeks?" I asked."Natural talent," she giggled. "Just like you, golden arm." I guess," I shrugged. "But I do practice." And so will I, big brother," Jill smiled."Don't you think it's going to be a little weird, with Jeanne as your stepdaughter?" Who told you? Cammie? I'll bet she thinks I got picked 'cause Mr. Collins likes my boobs, huh? You know, girls can be such. * * * * * * *Narrative of Philip EdwardsBluebell Hill, Kent, England: November 10th 2000It was a typical early November morning and the dank air seemed topenetrate right through the Gore-Tex clothing I wearing, to my veryskin. I gave a shudder, mostly prompted by the cold but not entirely,and looked across at my two friends Gregory and James, who were digginga three-foot deep, by six-foot trench alongside the road."Come on guys - it's almost six o'clock now and it'll soon be light.We'd better.