From her outward appearance you'd never guess that Valerie
Hawkins was a predator! Standing five feet six inches tall and
weighing in at 125 pounds, she looked a lot like any other
pretty thirty year old you'd meet on the street. To many people
the word predator brings to mind a ravenous killer, that stalks
its prey, killing it with no remorse, no hatred, no greed, just
the driving instinct to attack and kill, inbred, with no
compunction. No, Valerie Hawkins doesn't fit he normal picture
of a predator, but it her own way, she is just as deadly as a
wolf, a lion, or a killer whale! It's early in the morning, a
little after six A.M., and Valerie Hawkins is just finishing her
daily workout and her face is dotted with perspiration. She
takes a ten minute shower and after applying her makeup, dresses
for work, paying particular attention to her under things. Her
panty hose are special order from London, and in the British
custom, they are of course crotchless. She has often wondered to
herself why American made pa