She was the kind of dame that could make you forget to breathe… When she entered the office, she moved with the grace of a tigress—beautiful, blonde, big blue eyes… and curves that could leave you wrecked. “You’ve got the photographs?” I nodded, reaching for a cigarette and helping myself to some booze. “They’re on the desk. Here.” She looked me over with those baby blues and without saying a word, grabbed the dossier off my desk. We both knew what was in there. It would ruin her. It nearly ruined me. With one last glance and a bite of her lip, she was out the door. I downed my drink and waited for the alcohol to hit me like a shotgun blast to the brain. Thanks for looking!