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Selena a visit to an attorney was in order, but first she wanted to get a good start on this new project, now that she found the right photographer. As long as Rico was on his mission to get money out of her, it couldn't hurt to put off the beginning of the end of their marriage a few more days.
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    Selena sat in her two-year-old, white Cadillac sedan at the end of Teri's block. When Rico didn't drive by after fifteen minutes, she knew his "appointment" had been a fabrication. The bulge in his pants attested to the quality of her seduction technique, so it had to have been her timing that was off. And the location. At least he still had enough respect for Teri not to cheat on her in their home.
    Teri's comment about Rico getting a quickie along his delivery route triggered an idea. Selena drove to a public pay phone and made a few calls. Using the excuse that she wanted to write a letter commending her postman for his fine service, she confirmed which branch Rico worked out of and what his regular hours were.
    Considering the vast range of time in which her own mail arrived, she surmised a postman's lunch-break could be lengthened if he speeded up the delivery time.
    The next morning, she set her new plan in motion. Because she had no way of knowing where he might stop, Selena was in the post office parking lot when Rico got in his mail truck. Selena had acquired a collection of wigs to use when modeling. That day, she donned a curly black one and big sunglasses to disguise herself in case Rico should notice someone following him.
    His route was in a mixed-income neighborhood about a mile from his post office branch. It consisted of single family homes, two-apartment complexes and a small strip mall that had a nail salon. Selena had no problem tracking him along his morning route. Around one o'clock, he pulled into a fast-food drive-thru lane. As soon as Selena figured out he would be eating his lunch in a parking space shaded by the building, she parked her car out of his view. Quickly she removed the wig, put on a big-brimmed floppy hat, and got out of the car.
    One glance at her reflection in the window of the restaurant assured her that her denim shorts and red stretchy tube halter were scandalously brief—exactly as she intended. Ignoring the attention she stirred, she went inside, purchased a large diet soda and exited on the side where Rico was parked.
    As she neared his truck, she did an exaggerated double-take. "Rico? Is that you?"
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    With her hair all tucked up under a hat and those oversized shades, Rico hadn't automatically recognized her, but her height, accentuated by high-heeled sandals, and the body that was more out of her clothes than in, had caught his eye the second she'd walked out the restaurant door. The I-just-had-sex-and -can 't-quite-catch-my-breath voice identified her with a swift nudge to his groin. With great effort he forced himself to swallow the bite of hamburger in his mouth, then tried to sound casual.
    "Hey, Selena. A bit away from your stomping grounds, aren't you?" He knew she lived in the city and, even if she had been working with Teri that morning, this area of White Plains would be out of her way.
    "Kind of." She came alongside the open window where he sat. She shrugged her shoulders in such a way to cause the tube top to slip down a quarter inch.
    Rico held his breath in anticipation of spying even more flesh. As pale as she was, her nipples were probably light pink, but he still wanted to see for himself.
    "My manicurist relocated to the shopping center down the street." She wiggled her scarlet fingernails under his nose. "See? Doesn't she do an ab-fab job? I swear, I'd follow her to the ends of the earth." Without waiting for a comment, she walked around to the other side of the mail truck and slid open the door.
    Before Rico realized what she was up to, Selena shoved the mailbag off the seat and climbed in. He knew he should object, but his brain got sidetracked as she