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it. Lilly was stunningly beautiful and he felt a heaviness at his center, the growing hunger of lust. Finally, a single thought pushed through: What am I doing?
    It was a good and valid question. He knew what he needed to do was pull the plug on the computer, get a new number on Monday and then concentrate on the work and forget about all of this.
    But he couldn't. He went back to the keyboard and closed Lilly's page and went back to the home page. He then opened the Blonde Escorts panel again and scrolled down until he found a thumbnail photo with the name Robin beneath it.
    He opened the page. The woman named Robin was blonde as advertised. She lay naked on her back on a bed. Red rose petals were piled on her stomach and strategically used to partially cover her breasts and crotch. She had a red lipstick smile. There was a blue ribbon beneath the picture, indicating that the photo had been verified. He scanned down to the ad copy.
    American Beauty
    Hello, Gentlemen. My name is Robin and I'm the girl you have been dreaming about. I'm a true blonde and blue-eyed all-American girl. I'm 24 you, 38-30-36 and almost six feet tall. I don't smoke but I love champagne. I can come to you or you can come to me. It doesn't matter because I never rush you. Absolutely positive GFE. And if you want to double your pleasure, visit my girlfriend Lilly's page in the brunettes section. We work together as a team- on you or on ourselves! So give me a call. Satisfaction guaranteed!
    VIPs only please. There was a phone number and a pager number at the bottom of the ad. Without thinking too much about it, Pierce wrote them down in his notebook. He then moved back up to the photo. Robin was attractive but not in the aching sort of way that Lilly was. Robin had sharp lines to her mouth and eyes and a colder look. She was more in line with what Pierce had always thought he would find on one of these sites. Lilly wasn't.
    Pierce reread the ad and was left wondering what "absolutely positive GFE" meant. He had no clue. He then realized that the ad copy on both pages- Robin's and Lilly's -had likely been written by the same person. Repetitive phrases and structure indicated this. He also noticed as he looked at the photo that the same brass bed was in both photos. He pulled down his Internet directory and quickly switched back to Lilly's web page to confirm.
    The bed was the same. He didn't know what this meant other than perhaps another confirmation that the two women worked together.
    The main difference he picked up from the copy was that Lilly only entertained clients at her apartment. Robin worked it either way, going to a client or allowing him to come to her. Again, he didn't know if this meant anything in the world in which they lived and worked.
    He leaned back in his chair, looking at the computer screen and wondering what to do next. He looked at his watch. It was almost eleven.
    Abruptly he leaned forward and picked up the phone. Checking his notes, he called the number from Robin's page. He lost his nerve and was about to hang up after four rings when a woman answered in a sleepy, smoky voice.
    "Uh, Robin?"
    "Yes."
    "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
    "No, I'm awake. Who's this?"
    "Um, my name's Hank. I, uh, saw your page on L.A. Darlings. Am I calling too late?"
    "No, you're fine. What's Amedeo Techno?"
    He realized she had caller ID. A shock of fear went through him.
    TO
    Fear of scandal, of people like Vernon knowing something secret about him.
    "Actually, it's Amedeo Technologies. Your readout must not show the whole name."
    "Is that where you work?"
    "Yes."
    "Are you Mr. Amedeo?"
    Pierce smiled.
    "No, there is no Mr. Amedeo. Not anymore."
    "Really? Too bad. What happened to him?"
    "Amedeo was Amedeo Avogadro. He was a chemist who about two hundred years ago was the first to tell the difference between molecules and atoms. It was an important distinction but he wasn't taken seriously for about fifty years, until after he was dead. He was just