Jen“Hey you! I wondered where you were hiding. The boys at the gate are worried about you – said you went out to give someone the last rites and came back looking like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders! Is everything alright?”
The woman standing in the doorway was widely acknowledged to be one of the most attractive women in America. Jen Boyland was a regular “cover girl” for all the upmarket woman’s magazines – mainly for her looks but also because of her prominent position.
Jen was five feet ten inches tall. For a recently turned forty-year-old, she had the most beautiful complexion – the skin around her prominent cheekbones seemed to glow without the help of make up. Her figure was curvy rather than waif-thin, but this had been the case since she was sixteen. She could
