If you would be so kind, ask me the seven questions below. Just copy and paste them into a comment, replace the blanks with anything you want--personal, silly, surreal (e.g. 3. Donkeys or sandcastles and why?), or deep--and I'll answer honestly as I can! Then post this in your own LJ and see what kind of things people want to ask you!

1. What do you think of _____________ ?

2. When did you last ____________?

3. __________ or ___________ and why?

4. What did you ______________?

5. What's your favorite ______________?

6. How would you ______________?

7. Who would you most like to ________ ?

Russell Stewart is having an affair with Chrissie Carstairs and who can blame him? She's extremely attractive with some great bodywork and nothing going on inside to worry a man like Stewart. If I were in his position, I'd probably aim to be in his position, if you see what I mean.

On the other hand, in my position, I have a somewhat better model. Still great bodywork, but much higher performance. Laura has a lot more going on under the bonnet. I think I have very little reason to envy Mr Stewart.

It's odd to think Laura has heroes. I mean, I suppose we all do. Mine are Daniel and Humphrey Bogart, but Laura sort of is one, isn't she? In any top ten list of people I admire, she's always going to be in the top three. It's strange to think that she admires some aging reporter.

Nice, though, that she told me. Sometimes she does that, just gives me a glimpse of the real Laura. I like the real Laura, possibly a lot more than I should.

50 QUESTIONS

1. What bill do you hate paying the most? Why?
I am opposed to paying any bill that I can persuade someone else to pay and deeply ashamed of my failure when I can't.
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I've now spoken to Hoop Tracy and to Amy Fogelson. Hoop is fascinatingly jealous of Chrissie Carstairs, apparently with justification. If we were investigating Chrissie's death, I'd be sure it was her. She has a ruthlessness about her that makes me very uneasy. I was quite relieved to get back to the office, where my excellent team awaited with no murderous rivalries.

As for Amy Fogelson, talking to her is like playing chess with Daniel. You have to be thinking fast all the time and never take your eye off the board! I probably shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did, but, apart from Laura, I haven't had a worthy opponent for a while. Murphy thinks he is onto something with her. Her past seems as sketchy as mine. That removes any advantage she thinks she has.

Chrissie has slept her way into her present position, no double entendre intended, and was secretly married to our corpse. She seems an unlikely killer to me, but I have discovered that dismissing Laura's instincts in these matters is foolish. I offered to go and question her, but Laura insisted we should go together. I can't decide whether she thinks I'd ask the wrong questions or whether she just likes working with me. Either way, time spent in the company of two attractive women is unlikely to prove a great hardship.

Well the sabotage at the KWAP Channel 3 seems to be genuine enough. A light fell while we were there, just missing Russell Stewart and badly jangling everyone's nerves. The theory is that it's a rival channel. These TV people are a desperate lot!

Apparently, Laura once wanted to be a journalist. What a thought, eh? That would make the news so much more watchable. She'd always get the story, because it takes a strong will to look into those warm, brown eyes and not tell her whatever she wants to know.

I'm glad she decided to be a detective instead. She's a very good detective and I doubt we'd have met if she'd been off in some war zone, doing wonderful things on camera.

Bernice says that if I don't do this, Laura will hear about a few of my more extravagant moments.

1. Who eats more?
I do. Laura eats very little.

2. Who said "I love you" first?
I don't think either of us ever wants to put that into words.

3.How long have you been together?
Some months now. It'll soon be a year. How time flies!
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Laura is unduly nervous about my impending TV interview. She thinks after evading the questions of a highly trained PI for months, I'm going to fall apart under the scrutiny of a lesser questioner. I should be mortally offended, but I'm too busy deciding what tie to wear.

She'll be impressed, once she sees me in action. To be honest, much as I like the cameras, this performance will be mainly to impress her, because she alone, of all those watching, will know that I'm only acting.

I don't want to think too much about why I want to impress her. Let's call it an ego thing.

She keeps asking my name. I don't understand why she needs to know. You'd think she'd have worked it out by now that I can be anyone she wants me to be. Isn't that the whole point of mysterious lovers?

What does a name mean, really? What would it prove? Why does she need me to come with a label? Aren't I more exciting as I am, the masked stranger? Does she feel she can control me if she knows my name?

I should just make one up. If I say it with enough sincerity, she'll believe me. I could make her believe. It's what I'm best at.

Somehow, though, I can't do that. I'm not entirely sure why.

You know, the more I see her in action, the more Laura impresses me. She makes it all look so easy. She notices everything and she'll suddenly get a look in her eye and explain the whole case. She solved our latest one beautifully. It turns out that Leo killed our deceased artist, accidentally during an altercation.

Laura told me she spent last night with Teddy, the murder suspect we were hired to clear. It's not a good feeling, thinking someone has been unfaithful, and with a man like that!
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Leo Blitzman broke into my apartment last night. He then had the audacity to suggest we should team up and ditch Miss Holt. I hope the day is far distant when I will look at someone like Leo and think, "Now there's a fine replacement for Laura!"

Speaking of Laura, my little ploy of last night looks less impressive in the cold light of day. I went to Laura's house today and her shower was running when she wasn't in it. There were also men's clothes in a place that suggested they hadn't even made it to the bedroom. So, having discovered that I was wrong about Giovanni, I went and drove her into the arms of some other unworthy oik.

I can hardly blame her. She thinks I spent last night with Darlene. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, as they say. I made her believe in Darlene, so she went out and found herself some ... oh hell! Who knows what he was? I don't even want to speculate. I need to talk to her about this. There's no point in getting angry. That'll just make things worse. Maybe the time has come to be honest with her. Maybe I need to look her in the eye and say, "Laura, Darlene doesn't exist and the thought of another man touching you is driving me insane with jealousy because I love you."

No, maybe not that. I'm not even sure I should be thinking that particular word. Maybe he's better-looking than I am. Maybe he's got a nice tidy past with no mystery. I can forgive one night, but she's not allowed to fall in love with him. That wouldn't be fair.

Then again, neither was Darlene. What did I think I was doing?