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. Stella spun around again. I am totally channeling that Swinging Sixties thing, likeTwiggy or Jackie O.Way before our time, I know, but a to-tally timeless look.Only, you know she indicated herbountiful chest with boobs. Like Sandra Dee without the surfboard, Lacey offered. Or Judy Jetson without the She stopped.Without what?Without the good taste of a cartoon character? Yeah, Sandra Dee! Gidget Gone Wild! That s good, Ilike that, cause Sandra Dee was really stacked in that Six-ties beach blanket bimbo kind of way, wasn t she? And I mthinking now I need another new outfit too, one of thoseclassic dresses you always write about, Lace. A little black dress? Yeah, totally, for cocktails.A little black dress, like Au-drey Hepburn, only with boobs.Simple, elegant, classic.That s me. The little black dress, Lacey said, is a simple concept,but it s not so simple to find the right one.Especially withyour.you know. Boobs.We ll go shopping then, the three of us.It llbe fun! You know, sometimes I look in a mirror in this out-fit and I don t know who the heck that chick is.But sherocks, and I gotta tell ya, Nigel thinks I m totally hot inthis look. 68 Ellen Byerrum Nigel? Nigel who? Lacey handed her revolver back toBrooke and stared at Stella, the born-again bubbly blonde.Brooke checked the guns and slipped them back in her rangebag. Not Nigel Griffin! Not that Brit twit nitwit again,Stella.Please tell me this is some other Nigel. There is only one Nigel Griffin, Lacey.My Nigel.Weare an item again! Didn t you know? Stella scooted in be-tween Lacey and Brooke and took their arms. Me andNigel, sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S Stop that rhyming! Brooke commanded. It s bad luck. Hold on, Stella, Lacey said. That was over last fall.After New Orleans. It was.But that was totally a misunderstanding.We aretogether forever. How long is forever on your planet? Brooke asked.Stella stuck her tongue out. Oh, Stella.Not Nigel! Stella, once again under the in-fluence of that toxic English import known as Nigel Griffin?Women considered Griffin handsome, Lacey knew, in hispale English way, and he could exude a certain pale Englishcharm, but she thought there was absolutely no character tothe man. He s a thief.And a liar. He used to be a thief, and I wouldn t say liar exactly.He might exaggerate a little, but don t we all? Even me, andI am an open book. I hope you re not changing your look just for that weaselGriffin, Lacey said. I mean, not that I don t like the newlook, Stel, but really, for Nigel? I have to agree with Lacey, Brooke said. I met him be-fore you ever did.When the going got tough, Nigel got him-self gone.Very gone. He s changed, Stella protested. Nigel is sensitive.He sa lover, not a fighter.I been with fighters, Brooke, and be-lieve me, lovers are way better.I think he s very hot, andhe s got that cool English accent going on.Besides, I wouldnever change who I am inside for some guy, you know that,Lace.The Girls and I are still the same.I just wanna know:Do blondes really have more fun? She gave Brooke s blondbraid a yank. ARMED AND GLAMOROUS 69 Ow! Only if you re a real blonde, the real blondereplied huffily. Are we going to shoot, or are we going tostand around talking about clothes and boys all night like abunch of teenagers? A couple of guys in blue jeans and tight blue T-shirts en-tered the locker room from the range.With their precisionbuzz cuts and combat-ready gear, Lacey pegged them as se-rious shooters, probably cops or military.They stopped atthe soda machine.One dug in his pocket for change whilehis eyes took in Stella s curves.Stella grinned. Gee, it s getting a little hot in here, isn t it, girls? Really? Lacey said. My nose is cold. I don t mean you girls! Stella wiggled her pink cardi-gan open to reveal an eye-popping pink and green bustierand a shiny jeweled skeleton key dangling provocatively inher décolletage.The boys in blue grinned at Stella andtipped their caps as they left. And here I was afraid you d changed, Stel, Lacey dead-panned. If only.Let s go shoot. Brooke was not amused.Sheshouldered the range bag with the guns and ammo and tar-gets.Stella nestled her dangling gold key back in betweenThe Girls. Pretty key, Stella, Lacey said. Story there? This old thing? Just an antique pendant.Nigel gave itto me. Move. Brooke ordered them down the short hallway tothe range
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