CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
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Grey Goose was my faithful friend that night again. The wheat originally from Picardy that helped to create the best artisan breads and the purest and most crystal-clear spring water from Gensac-la-Pallue, used for the most exquisite brandys, shaped the best vodka in the universe.
- It looks like mop water -Tracy remarked, shaking the delicate Martini glass.
- That's why it calls Dirty Martini. We are deceived by the appearances too often. We eat and drink with our eyes and should do it with our tongue, it's the organ involved. It's delicious. Just drink.
Tracy fixed her sweet hazel eyes on me, as her gaze lingered helplessly on my neckline and I thought that's where she wanted to put her tongue to give it a taste. Then she turned her glance on the greyish liquid with two mediterranean olives as ornament. At last she put her lips on the edge of the glass and took a short and cautious sip. She tasted it and nodded licking her lips discreetly.
- You didn't trust me, huh? -I wanted to know after the silence got too awkward.
- Of course I don't trust you. After three weeks we are still playing games and there is no progress for me.
- And who's at fault? You didn't call me anymore.
- Oh, you are one of those. You are one of those women who need to feel wanted all the time.
- There's no other kind of woman than that one, I'm afraid -I said sucking and lastly biting the second olive.
If my intuition didn't fail, Cheryl was not far away. I hadn't seen her in our same place but for a bit it seemed to me I could spot her smoke trail vanishing in a corner, just next to the violet canopy at the entrance, by the bougainvillea.
She could never feel indifferent if I was flirting with her ex wife at every level. She had scored a quick buck going it alone again and starting an investigation and I had to attack and defence myself. Nobody could be better than me in a psychologic fight hand-to-hand. She would never find me in 1985 and she wouldn't find out the real nature of my secret but that opened the can of worms and countless possibilities were within her reach. The sham hypothesis fully gained. And what journalist wouldn't die for unmasking a deceiver?
We found ourselves in one of those exclusive clubs where the customers used to be politicians, businessmen and artists. Chic atmosphere, depraved people, I had heard sometime. Miami had showed it to me so I hoped he wasn't there at this hour having a vintage scotch whiskey.
- If you want me to be honest, I got you on my mind all the time -Tracy started off relentlessly-. Mostly at night, naked in bed. Alone. Very alone.
- Is that true?
Tracy nodded also gulping down the second olive. If I would like women, most likely she had been the right one to visit me beneath the sheets. Her beauty was unquestionable but with no fanfare, her eyes sparked filled with a kinda childish curiosity, good quality skin, long neck, her body seemed to be graceful, flexible and strong.
