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overruled Ferdy's objections and picked up the cheque. Kennedy was impressed. Even more so when he insisted on following her home in his rented car to be sure she made it safely.
    On impulse she invited him up for coffee, and they talked for two hours before ending up in bed. She hadn't expected it. Certainly hadn't wanted it. He was ten years younger than her and probably the most considerate lover, apart from her husband, she'd ever experienced. He left her totally breathless with his expertise.
    'I'm a basketball player,' he explained with a wide grin, when she questioned him on his prowess. We have outstanding mind-body co-ordination.'
    'I'll say you do,' she said, floating on air after two fantastic orgasms. It had been three months since her weatherman, and Nix was in the right place at the right time with the right attitude. He even carried his own supply of condoms.
    He turned her over and began stroking her back with his long tongue, feathery strokes that immediately began driving her crazy.
    'Not again,' she murmured lazily. 'I don't have your stamina.'
    'Oh yes you do,' he laughed, straddling her so she could feel his hard cock pressing insistently against her back.
    And he was right. Suddenly her stamina level was rising, and when his large hands cupped her breasts and played with her nipples she rolled over in a frenzy just as ready as he was.
    Nix was a technician. Orgasm number three and she was purring.
    Eventually they fell asleep, and when she awoke in the morning to the sound of the phone ringing, he was gone.
    Groping for the receiver she mumbled a sleepy 'Hello.'
    Well?' Rosa demanded, dying to hear everything.
    Well,
what
? she said, stretching luxuriously.
    'Details, Kennedy. I get off on details.'
    'I gave up kissing and telling years ago.'
    'You're no fun,' Rosa complained sulkily.
    She laughed secretively. 'That's not what Nix says.'
    'So he
did
stay,' Rosa said triumphantly. 'Is he still there?'
    'I'll talk to you later,' she said, hanging up and wandering into the bathroom where she found Nix had stuck a note on the mirror above the sink.
    THANKS FOR A MEMORABLE TRIP TO LA. CAN I CALL YOU NEXT TIME?
    She couldn't help smiling. A memorable trip indeed - for both of them. But no, there would be no repeat performances. It was a one-nighter, nothing more, nothing less.
    Fifteen minutes and a long warm shower later she phoned Bobby Rush's publicist.
    'Friday,' Elspeth said, sounding as snappish as ever. 'We'll meet at his office at the studio at ten o'clock.'
    'And do I get to spend the day?'
    'He's very busy, but if you can assure me you'll stay in the background...'
    'Once I've done the interview he won't even know I'm there.'
    Sure, lady. Believe that and you'll believe anything!

-=O=---=O=-
    The Man rented a black car under an assumed name. Nothing fancy. Nothing memorable. Just a plain black Ford that allowed him complete anonymity.
    He stopped by Sears and paid cash for a pair of black slacks, a long-sleeved dark shirt and black running shoes. He needed shades, but vanity got the best of him - unable to settle for Sears sunglasses, he ended up buying expensive black-out Armani shades at the Fred Segal store in Santa Monica.
    When he got home and was safely locked in his room he tried his new outfit on and was satisfied.
    Since leaving prison his hair was getting longer. Carefully he slicked it back with gel, securing it with a rubber band. Then he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, striking karate poses, taking his shades off and putting them on again several times, deciding that he bore more than a passing resemblance to his film idol
-
Steven Seagal. He'd watched all of Steven Seagal's movies over and over in prison, especially the one about vengeance
.
    Steven Seagal was a man who understood about getting even.
    Steven Seagal was someone to admire.
    Not that The Man was into admiring people. It was weak to hero worship. Better to hate everyone and then there was no way anyone

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