Novel I'm working on: RED PACKAGE the preamble: Kali loved her work. Kali was, in a way, Asian, but mostly beyond terrestrial design. She was special. Only about 5' 2" in height, but of perfect proportion. About 20 or 50 or 70 or 13 years of age, depending on how she wished to be seen. Her skin was shiny, firm and perfect, especially in a light orange Dior gown. Her breasts were ample and her nipples fresh and bright, large and upwards. Upwards. It wasn't so much about the sexing light that shone on Kali, it was rather about the red orgasmic light coming from her that everyone noticed. She was one of those translucent beings. She had invited the swarthy, middle aged, Carlos, up to her suite in the Caracas 5 star hotel, The Diamond View, on the premise of persuading him to give preference to her company, Ottawa X, in regards to premium docking space and speed in the busy port and harbour below. Carlos was in charge of such things and was well connected to the prevailing cartel. The cartel had certain control of import and export, as was necessary, for their products. What Kali sought was a way to expedite her company's versatility and premacy in that port. She knew that Carlos was 'unbreakable' in his allegiance to the cartels, and this is why she took him up the 12 stories to her suite on a warm sultry evening. She plied him with cleavage and thighs, good wine, soft words and touches, and sweet fresh oysters from her cunt into his glad warmed mouth and just, as he was about to come inside her with a bolt of bright hard light, she sucked his mouth and slashed his throat open with a sharpened credit card. She let the card fly off, with a flick, American Express, imbedding itself in the table lamp next to the cream leather lounge on which they fucked. She felt his cum run drizzling warm in small bolts deep inside her, in muscular shimmers, as she sucked the last of the air from his throat. Then she inhaled the power of it all as he shivered in his death within her. The bad thing about cream leather upholstery is that it can be a bit sweaty on a hot night. The good thing about cream leather upholstery is that it wipes clean of blood quite easily. Below the balcony, down in the streets, the toy cars moved here and there, the lights dazzled here and there, and then the Central American night engulfed itself. Kali ordered some coffee and biscuits from room service, took them at the door wearing a white cotton dressing gown, came back and sat on the lounge next to dead and yet still erect Carlos, and watched the World News on TV. Then she went to bed, satisfied by the day. An early check out and an early flight, so she needed some rest. Carlos could wait for the maid in the morning. For the time being, all was right with the world. One Red Package had been delivered.