<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Playboy? I heard of that. Brooke Burke and Karina Smirnoff from Dancing with the Stars have been in it. They got nudie photos, don't they? Are you a photographer then?"</span><br/>
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He was being confusing again, Melanie thought. Perhaps that was the way he was. She didn't rule out that he might have psychological problems.  He was a known recluse. Maybe some of the stories about him were true after all. She stood back away from the door as he admitted he didn't go out the house much. Then he was on again about his supposed fans. Delusional, there seemed little doubt. Must need to boost his ego, like what Sigmund Freud suggested, not that she knew much about it. The deviant though did go on and offer make some donation though that she thought was generous of him if it was indeed genuine.<br/>
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Boasting that he had authored possibly several books at least though took the biscuit. It was something the 18 year old teen thought she would challenge him on especially when he needed to wash his mouth out for some of the words he said. It seemed it was he who was the scandal.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Short-stories? You've written short stories. You are really a writer?" </span><br/>
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Melanie went along with what she presumed was his latest pretension. She spoke to him in a rather patronising way, which she did not try to disguise. Soon she thought she be back on her way home. Already she believed she had spent more than enough time with him.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"If you just tell me the title, I should be able to get a copy from the library. I've often thought about writing myself. I love literature. You couldn't help me could you?" </span></b></b>