conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Award, Writers, Eye with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Trust Me On This'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Trust Me On This
  Alec thought of Dennie in his hands and grew warm. It really was a shame she was a crook. Then he shoved that thought away, too, and went to lay the groundwork for arresting her.
  On her way back through the lobby after a very productive afternoon at the library, Dennie was waylaid by Baxter, the manager, looking even more rabbity than usual.
  At seven that night, Harry hefted the suitcase with the sound equipment in one hand while he knocked on Victoria's door with the other, wishing he could be anyplace else on the planet. She was a dangerous woman with dangerous eyes, and he'd been thinking about her since he'd seen her the night before. The best thing he could do would be to wire her and get out because—
  She was impossible. "Concentrate," Harry said. "The first is entrapment. You have to let this guy come to you. Let him make all the suggestions. Don't make any moves yourself. And don't agree right away. Make him work for it."
  Victoria put her chin in her hand and smiled at him. "You know my mother gave me this same advice when I started dating."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Alec cast a fervent gaze at the elevator ceiling. "Please let her be trying to seduce information out of me. Please let it be true."
  She had to give up daiquiris as part of her investigative technique. They made her slow. And evidently stupid. Trying to seduce Alec for information was definitely stupid. Trying to seduce Alec at all was a waste of time; he came preseduced anyway. Like a microwave entrée. You pressed his buttons, and he got hot.
  Downstairs in the lobby, Sherée fumed. Right, just a mark, that's all this Dennie person was. Then why was he all over the woman like that? She'd been right not to trust him with another woman.
  He was still stretched out on her bed, but she was sitting cross-legged at the foot, a whole bed length away from him.
  Alec stopped, and then slowly sat up on the bed until he was close to her. He reached for her neck and encircled it with one firm hand. "Do not mention this fantasy to Bond."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Little Orphan Annie struggled farther out of the towel and began to eat, slowly at first and then ravenously. Daisy pushed the unruly fuzz of her hair back behind her ears as she watched the kitten, and then she began to eat her pita.
  The kitten finished the tuna and licked its chops, its orange and brown fur finally a little drier but still spiky.