The neckline of her blouse exposed a nice cleavage, an advantage I'm sure she was planning to use at her interview. Letti resumed gripping me as soon ...as her jacket hit the floor. With her legs curled up beneath her, Letti's skirt was bunched at her hips. She was shaking from fear, certainly not the cold.I needed to distract her from our shared predicament. "The answer is yes." What? Yes what?" Her eyes darted around, perhaps expecting someone to come bursting through the ceiling or prying open. With her generous breasts increased a size, she looked spectacular, like aLatin Barbie, with a single, hideous flaw: Miguel's name, tattooed insidea rococo heart on her left breast.When she saw my horrified stare, she covered it and cried, "He made medo it, so that no one else could touch me without knowing they were onhis turf: like I'm a wall for his fucking gang tags. I hate him!"She started to cry, but I kissed her and whispered "Don't worry, one tinyflaw makes me only appreciate the rest. The style with a four inch wide band of lace at the top. Very sexy. I also picked up a pair of five inch black strappy hills . I like the look of the thin black straps holding a high hill on a stocking covered leg. Now I need that little black dress . I found one at one of the upper end woman's clothing stores. When I finished my shopping I had spent all of my five hundred dollar winnings. Now to head home and figure out how I could get her all dolled up to go out.It was around three in the. Doc turned his attention from me to the new arrival. "You are?" Ruth Needham-Cohen. I'm your six o clock."Her hips were on automatic, jutting this way, then that. She may have parked her car, but her engine was running, that was for sure.Doc looked down at a bound paper calendar on the receptionist's desk. "We're going to have to reschedule. My nurse is gone and I-" That's okay, I trust you."I stood there, out of the loop. Harriett's sample was in a small white bag next to the appointment.