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>> Take Two <<

Shannon found Nora's whereabouts by merely telling the truth to the publisher, a doctor wanting to know what became of a child he delivered. The girl of all these men's dreams lived nearby - in Manhattan. "I'll go with you," she offered. "You would do that?" Mac asked. "Have to protect you, Marcus. I think Denise is right. If you run off with this babe, who will take care of the kiddies?" not referring to Macaluso's son and daughter who had grown up and left the nest, but rather referring to the handicapped children in the clinic who depended on him. "Better call ahead, huh?" he asked, unsure. "Mmmmm. I don't think so. Worst case, she's not there, and we do a bar." "Brewskies. Good idea," he agreed. It wasn't the worst case as it turned out, it was the most complicated case that could have ever presented itself. Standing on the steps outside her apartment, he pressed her intercom button. "Who is it?" an unmistakably sweet, the SAME unmistakably sweet voice asked. Shannon reacted to it. Her voice alone.. "I am doctor Macaluso, the doctor who.." as a click and the loss of hum clearly disclosed that the connection had been broken, "hello?.. hello, can you hear me?' Hello..." He had not gotten to the last hello when the sound of slamming doors and downward bounding, racing was heard. This lovely girl of eighteen, and she was still, even as Shannon gasped, that same girl of eighteen with gorgeous legs, lovely body, and heaven seeking breasts, copper lucent hair in waves of small ripples trying to catch up to her as she rushed through the