"Are you sure you want to do that?" She caught the pieces and held them inher hand for a moment. Then she handed him the ticket back. It was in onepie...ce."Good trick," Reg said, leering. "I guess it takes one to know one. Now whydon't we..."The woman shook her head. "Reg Dutton, you are one worthless man. I've triedto be nice, but you've shown me that I was only wasting my time." How'd you know my name, and what the hell are you talking about?" Things that are far beyond your petty, closed,. She had the perfect, petite, cheerleader body that guys adore. Her erect nipples stood proudly atop firm medium sized breasts. Her areolas were a beautiful shade of deep pink. They were a darker shade of pink than my areolas. Her waist was narrow, her abdomen perfectly flat. She had the cutest little bubble butt I had ever seen. Yes, I could understand why she would be so comfortable standing naked in front of strange men as they worshiped her. On the other hand, I was nervous at the prospect. Well, if she wanted it that way, there was nothing he could do about it.He flipped the page to the first attachment. It was obviously a death certificate from the Prefecture of Marseille made out in Jean's name. It also had all the pertinent data about her. The information could have only come from her. With it was attached a Certificate of Burial again certified by the Prefecture of Marseille. Cause of death was listed as accidental drowning at the local beach. Both were complete with official. You can't lose. Either way, in my opinion, you wind up with a pretty damn special woman. It's one of us women who ends up alone." That's what makes it so hard. Don't you think I realize how lucky I am? Both you and Azalea are the kind of women most men only dream of. I know that either of you could make me very happy. You're both more than I deserve. It's knowing that no matter what I do, I am going to hurt someone. And neither of you have done anything to deserve it. How did I ever get into.