CHAPTER 15
As Diane let the water splash against her beautiful nude body, she thought she heard the sound of the telephone. As she opened the shower stall, she could hear the phone ringing distinctly. It confirmed her original assumption. She shut off the water, then stepped outside the shower and quickly dried herself off several times.
“Damn it to hell,” she said angrily. “This always happens to me right when I'm in the shower. Oh, stop ringing, will you?”
She darted toward the telephone, picking it up. “Hello,” she said.
“Hello, is this Diane?” the definite male voice began.
“That's right. Who is this?”
“Well, I was in your massage parlor a few days ago. My name is Barney. Barney Reilly. Remember me?”
Her heart began to flutter.
“Of course I remember you, Barney. I thought we
