Melissa Gagen

A very attractive brunette at Christie's. We'd flirted often on the phone, but I had the good sense to know that she was only insterested in pretty boys. Obliqui was strangely jealous of the fact I found Melissa attractive in spite of the fact I neither had any interest in, nor the stupidity to persue that interest. I'd even made a point of going to meet Melissa at her department. The expression of horror on her face when I told her my name was priceless.

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