It was one of the rare, warm bright fall days in the Washington country. A small flock of Canadian geese flew overhead. A white blond haired American girl was sitting on a lawn chair, embracing the sun. Her blond hair went down to her waist and ended in brown tipped ends. She had deep black eyes. A man that was pale white with black hair and beady brown eyes. He was dressed in a very expencive monkey suit as well as pricey new shoes."Your drink, miss Bleacock." the girl just grabbed the whine glass out of his hands and sniffed it. "Is it me, または do I smell something fishy?" that's when she...