Several weeks before, in another pub, I’d met up with Gerry. He had a customer. That customer had brought all his old stock of Eve. The customer wan...ted more. Much more.“The question is Mike, will Eve model again?” Gerry asked.“Well she says she’s packed it in, but she’s feeling the pinch, as are we all, so the chances are she’ll agree, especially if the money is right, after all, she’s always liked you.” I said.“Mike the money is very good. Two video’s, and two sets of stills, three hundred. There she was in a bed that was not hers, naked.Her clothes were around the bed on the floor.Quickly she gathered her things and got dressed. Her hair was a mess aswas her makeup but that would have to do for now. All she knew for surewas that she had to go home.She found the bathroom after a short search. Going in, she took care ofher personal business. But then she noticed for the first time, somethingon her legs. It was sort of crusty to the touch. She just assumed it wasa patch of skin that. As a result, they invested in their course. The 5k course has always been beautiful and really gives you the feeling you are running out across the country instead of on a track, like Warsaw or Terre Haute. This year, they’d expanded and had a new 10k course that wasn’t just running the 5k course twice.We were on the bus at eight with races scheduled to start at eleven. My team had placed eighth in the 10k at Terre Haute the previous weekend. None of the guys were enthused about running there.. George." "Call me Anna," she said. "And do you have any booze? Detectives always keep a bottle in the desk, don't they? Jesus, I need a drink!" There was an old-fashioned leather couch in front of a big window. Anna leaned back, holding up her plastic cup. Mark Moller poured some booze into it. He freshened his own drink and looked at her as he sipped. "Are you staring at me?" she asked, giggling slightly. It was much too early in the day to be drinking, and the whiskey had gone straight to her.