Laurel Stevenson

Would Jessie perhaps care to meet with Laurel Stevenson? the receptionist asked, but Jessie remembered Laurel—a tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty who wore high heels with sling backs and looked as if she would enjoy sex to the fullest only when she was on top.

Distinctive name and compatible adult/dark-haired portrayal support a likely connection; no age conflict, but the move/training and relative story dates are unproved.

Would Jessie perhaps care to meet with Laurel Stevenson? the receptionist asked, but Jessie remembered Laurel—a tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty who wore high heels with sling backs and looked as if she would enjoy sex to the fullest only when she was on top. She told the receptionist she’d think it over.

Distinctive name and compatible adult/dark-haired portrayal support a likely connection; no age conflict, but the move/training and relative story dates are unproved.

What’s your name?” “Laurel Stevenson,” the dark-haired woman said. Her eyes were still conning the main cabin, and her face seemed unable to break out of its initial expression: dazed disbelief.

Distinctive name and compatible adult/dark-haired portrayal support a likely connection; no age conflict, but the move/training and relative story dates are unproved.

… was a certainty rose in his mind: the lady was lying. For some reason, the lady was lying. He looked at her more closely and saw nothing really remarkable—a woman with a species of fading prettiness, a woman falling rapidly out of her twenties and toward middle age (and to Albert, thirty was definitely where middle age began), a woman who would soon become colorless and invisible. But she had color now; her cheeks flamed with it. He didn’t know …

Distinctive name and compatible adult/dark-haired portrayal support a likely connection; no age conflict, but the move/training and relative story dates are unproved.