Chapter Eleven
Frank is on the balcony of his house that is on a hill overlooking the sea as he hears the doorbell play ‘Three Coins in a Fountain.’
He rushes to the door in expectation and opens it. Sure enough, there she is the girl of a million men's’ fantasies. Frank eyes her up and down. She is wearing a bright red dress that looked like she had been poured into it and red high heels to match. This colour only served to accentuate her blonde shock of hair that looked liked it had barely seen a brush in a week. The deep blue eyes were enough to melt any red-blooded male within a 10-mile radius and her bright red lipstick worn with a pout shone like a beacon of sensuality.
Frank smiles, “Come in... Drink?” She nods, “Anything on the rocks.” Frank pours a couple of scotch on the rocks
