Jean Brown
"The temperature's ninety-seven. It's another scorcher, folks," the radio blared from the back porch. Jean Brown lay face down on the beach towel by the swimming pool in her back yard. She released the bows holding her bikini top in place and pulled her brown hair up to let the sun tan her neck. Because of the rock and roll thumping from the radio, she didn't hear the click of the gate lock as two men entered the yard. They stopped to admire her. Jean was thirty-nine and the mother of...