Finally, she pulled herself off of my body and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. I started to fall asleep. In my dreams, I heard Aunt Dawn whisper, "t...ank you," as I heard the door close.The next morning, I woke up and wandered into the kitchen in search of breakfast. On the way to the kitchen, I noticed that the door to the girl's room was still shut. The clock on the microwave told me that it was already after ten in the morning, which explained why I was so hungry.On the 'fridge I found a. " Well, Mr. Porlock, I must say if the rest of your operation is as impressive as this, the home office will have no trouble approving your expansion plans."I smiled to myself. Sheila Manderly would find nothing on the rest of the tour to object to. Just as well that she didn't seem to be interested in the details of just how "special" some of that furniture was... Six months ago I had been contemplating bankruptcy. I had the busiest import-export firm on the Gulf coast but my back office. “No,” I replied, “I just need to see the office.”Connie spun around.“Are you sure?” she pressed. “I have water, wine, beer--whatever you want.”“I’m just here to get some photos and information on the office,” I repeated.“You know what they say,” Connie pressed, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”I chuckled.“I’d love to share a drink with you,” I replied, “But I have to put business before play.”I had no intention of being enticed into anything inappropriate.“Follow me and I’ll show. . .and not the one from "Saved By the Bell."I would have enjoyed sending that so-called actor to a woeful demise. Purloined, my delightful ass! The beast was asleep on the kitchen floor like me after a bender. Who allegedly purloined it anyway, Mr. Sandman?I grabbed Cynthia's hand and we fled the mournful scene, but not before changing the title card from "Purloined" to "Deceased Pussy." But I could tell something was bothering her so I led her into the empty pantry and as deftly as a magician,.