Chapter 88: Following the Leads – Klempner

Donna blinks at the question, then, "Um... tall." She raises a hand, measuring the air, almost to my eye-level. "Lot taller 'n me. And she has this whippy kinda figure."

She draws back her shoulders, pushes out her chest, making the most of Nature's gifts and displaying more cleavage than I want to see. "Angie, she's a bit flat up top. Has to wear a pusher-upper..." She cups under her tits, rounding and raising them in demonstration. "She's all legs and ass, y'know the type?"

"Yes, I know the type. What's her hair like?"

"Long. Dark brown." She drops a hand to mid-hip level. "She's got great hair. Gotta admit, it gives me the green-eye, her hair. Musta taken her years to grow it." She pauses, looking around, frowning. "Thought she'd be back by now."

"Anything else?" I ask

"Like what?"

"How does Angie dress, when she's working?"