conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about J.D, Eve, Personally with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Holiday in Death'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Holiday in Death
  The dirty red light from the neon sign pulsed against the grimy window like an angry heart. Its flash turned the pools of blood glistening on the floor from dark to bright, dark to bright, slicing the filthy little room into sharp relief, then damning it to shadows.
  She huddled in the corner, a bony girl with a tangle of brown hair and huge eyes the color of the whiskey he drank when he had the money for it. Pain and shock had turned those eyes glassy and blind and her skin the waxy gray of corpses. She stared, hypnotized by the blinking light, the way it blipped over the walls, over the floor. Over him.
  He was dead. She knew he was dead. She could smell the ripe, hot stink of it pouring out of him to foul the air. She was a child, only a child, but the animal inside her recognized the scent—both feared it and rejoiced over it.
  Her arm was screaming where he'd snapped the bone. The place between her legs burned and wept from this last rape. Not all the blood splattered over her was his.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He grinned, belting a black robe in the same material. "Suits you. Come on, you can fill me in on the case while I tackle the lights."
  Roarke lifted an eyebrow as he secured the first string and took out another. "I might have some mild objection to my wife dating strange men."
  She went back to the tray, took another pretty canapé at random. "I wouldn't have slept with any of them..." She grinned at him. "And I would have thought of you the whole time."
  Not at all sure of him, Eve pulled out another string of lights. "How many of these are you going to use?"
  Eve stared at him for a full ten seconds, then sat heavily on the side of the bed. "Oh Christ, this is perfect. This is just perfect. I can't have the two of them working together like this if there's a thing there. Annoyance I can deal with; sexual shit, no way."
conversations.from: human
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conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He grinned, belting a black robe in the same material. "Suits you. Come on, you can fill me in on the case while I tackle the lights. "
  Roarke lifted an eyebrow as he secured the first string and took out another. "I might have some mild objection to my wife dating strange men. "
  She went back to the tray, took another pretty canapé at random. "I wouldn't have slept with any of them... unless the job called for it. " She grinned at him. "And I would have thought of you the whole time. "
  Not at all sure of him, Eve pulled out another string of lights. "How many of these are you going to use?"
  Eve stared at him for a full ten seconds, then sat heavily on the side of the bed. "Oh Christ, this is perfect. This is just perfect. I can't have the two of them working together like this if there's a thing there. Annoyance I can deal with; sexual shit, no way. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Peabody set her jaw, then opened and closed the blanket. "I'm not in uniform, so I'm not speaking as aide to superior officer. That means I can say what the hell I want. I didn't like the things you said. I still don't. But I'm glad it mattered enough that you said them. I'm not sorry I jumped you for it, but I am sorry I didn't see it as a friend's concern."
  Peabody sniffed, and managed a watery grin. "It's just a little fantasy of mine. I don't actually make enough to afford twelve at once. But I did have another little fantasy come true tonight. Roarke saw me naked."
  She looked so steady, Roarke thought as he watched her stride out of the building. So in charge and in control as she stood in the brisk wind in damp shirtsleeves and issued orders to the uniforms at the door.
  And the wave of love struck him like a fist as she shoved one of those smeared hands through her hair and started toward the car.