So what the fuck was I doing at one of Maggie's parties?In my defense, I didn't know Maggie was throwing a party. I was visiting my home town for a we...k, and a few of my old friends asked me to come along. It's quite possible they didn't know it was Maggie's party either; I didn't ask.When we got there, the yard was already full of people in various states of intoxication. The driveway was littered with cars and you could hear music playing several blocks away. It wasn't the kind of party where. With a sigh, I headed to the bathroom for my morning routine. Looking at the clock as I ran the brush through my wavy, caramel hair, I figured I should eat something before sliding into the pool. Heading to the kitchen I peeked into the fridge, but didn’t see any decent leftovers. I quickly went to work on making some stir fry and rice. It turned out quite delicious. Cleaning up after myself, I headed out to our pool. The sun was high in the sky and the clear, cool water beckoned me. Tossing. The stalker wrote down on a notepad: 'Conversation with neighbor at1812H before heading into the house' . Then, he played back the tape ofthe conversation he had just recorded from a bug planted on his preyweeks ago. As he was listening, he practiced on the speech andpronunciations while trying to memorize what they were sharing with eachother. His endeavor did not seem to disrupt the snoring of his fellowstalker who appeared to be soundly asleep on the passenger seat beside.That unladylike. The most asexual costume you canthink of... It doesn't matter: Your little charge will be in no position toprotest..."The guys who founded the Agency, all of them millionaires now, discretelycatered to the fantasies of very wealthy men and were nothing if notcynical and opportunistic.This was her ninth assignment and by far the most lucrative. Fifty-twoweeks at $4000 per week and tax-free... A cool 208K... She negotiated it withthe Agency's lawyers, and they in turn presented it as a done deal.