*B*K*C*(NECpfs)koriyin:TH07051990.1914-SP  Ver. 1  Rev. 0

       Koriyin spun the wheel, sending her car into a tight snap reverse,
kicked in the nitro and floored it.  Tires spinning, hair whipping around her
face, she roared head-on back towards the Jag which had been tail-gating her
for the past five minutes.  The Jaguar tried desperately to swerve out of her
way, lost control and flipped diagonally, spewing debris across the Long
Island Expressway.
       "Asshole!" she shouted, as she executed another, more casual, snap
reverse to put her back in the direction traffic was going.  Her sister,
Karen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to the next page in the paperback
she was reading.
       "How long 'till we get there?" she asked, looking up at Koriyin.


       Peter barely glanced up as the battered, old '65 Mustang convertible
purred into its usual parking space.  He looked up as Koriyin and Karen came
through the lobby's doors and got his daily weather report.  Hot and sunny, no
rain: he could tell from what the two women were wearing.  Koriyin had on
sandals and a white Billy Joel T-shirt which came down to mid-thigh; he was
dying to find out whether she was wearing anything under the shirt.  Karen was
a little more conservative, she had on a light, pastel pink blouse and thin
slacks.  Which, in this weather, for all he knew, might just mean that once
she reached her office, she wasn't going to be wearing anything at all.  But,
then, no one would see her after she buried herself in her work until quitting
time, anyway.
       "Hi Kory!  Hi Karen!"
       "Good morning, Pete!  Looks like it's going to be quite a hot day
today," Koriyin replied.  "Are we still going to Daphne's party tonight?"
       "You bet!  I can't wait to see you at her pool."
       "Oh, really?" she said, raising one eyebrow accusingly.  When she saw
his worried expression, she relented and hugged him.  "Don't worry.  I'm just
kidding."
       Nope.  Nothing under the shirt, Peter could tell as he held her.
Nothing but Koriyin.
       "Ahem.  We do work here, don't we?" suggested Karen, with a mildly
amused tone of voice.  "The movie studio is two blocks east of here."


(C) Aerie Productions 1990
Ver. 1  Rev. 0                                              TH07051990.1914-SP