About me: white flesh. She was a real looker, all right, and
she knew it. Turner could see that as well as he
could see the curvaceous outline of her firm
breasts beneath her pajama top; she might come in
with the innocent bit, but this one was no
Sunday-school virgin! "Over there, Officers
... that's the window he broke. We left
everything just as we found it. I saw them do that
on a TV show just last week. That was the right
thing to do, wasn't it?" She was smiling
now and her face had all the well
