Our eyes met.Our eyes met. "I'm Laurie." "And I'm Danielle," I said, holding out my right hand. She shook it and smiled, just slightly, the kind of smile one gives more out of fear than of happiness. Our chauffeur-driven ride through the Lincoln Tunnel occurred in almost total silence. I wanted it that way, to heighten Laurie's obvious nervousness. She looked out of the window most of the time. I made some notes in a note book along the way, reminders to myself of things I planned to do in my one big night of fantasy fulfillment. When we arrived, I gave the butler the night off and escorted Laurie into my house. She seemed quite impressed with the mansion that I had inherited from my grandfather. She particularly liked the indoor swimming pool. I offered her a drink and she accepted. We ended up on the living room sofa. "Well, I guess you know why you are here, Laurie," I said to the pretty blonde. |