Blackmailed WifeChapter 4
The powerful Jaguar sports car purred smoothly along the highway, going south out of San Diego. Ann Morrow relaxed back in the passenger seat and let her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip stream of the car. She felt completely relaxed and at ease for the first time in six months. She gazed over gratefully at Julia, the driver. She had been the one who had lifted this veil of self pity she had thrown around herself when Dave had left for fleet duty in Vietnam last...