She didn't pay me any attention, like stopping by my room to say hi, or wink at me or anything. She came in the back door, just like always, yelled, "...oo hoo!" and got in an argument with my mother about modesty and what constituted being a tramp and things like that. I didn't hear it all, but it went on for a while and I knew better than to stick my nose out of my room.It didn't matter, though, because they came to me. My mother had confiscated the camera and they had an argument about that. I cannot wait to ravage your body, but I refrain, for now. I lay you down on your stomach and reach for the night stand, and grab a bottle of lotion that has been warming in water. I spread some in my hands and start at your neck, slowly working down to your shoulders. I love the feel of your soft skin as I move from one shoulder to the other. You are enjoying the feeling of my hands all over you. I move down to the middle of your back and massage all the tension that has been built up from. I think it would have been much more suspicious had they'd all died sitting in their Agency cubicles, don't you? The way it worked out all but one died at home. The one who was autopsied at Bethesda happened to be there visiting a friend at the time of death. Just a matter of luck, I suppose."Gilmore nodded his head in understanding."The doctors at Bethesda weren't able to save the man?" the co-chair had recovered enough to interject herself back into the discussion."Actually, that particular. *** Compared to the rest of the evening, dinner was a relatively calm affair. Justin let himself zone out and talk about work, and it was easy enough to stay distracted while reminiscing on the annoyances of the day out loud. His mother worked as an administrator at the hospital, and Justin did his best to keep her share of the conversation focused on the mundane aspects of her day, as well. She smiled at him politely from across the table, but Justin could sense a hint of something hungrier.