I noted with glee that the pile was substantially smaller than it had been on Saturday. My instructions to tear out whatever got you stiff and glue it...to the walls and ceilings had been taken to heart, and all around the kitchen, pictures of ladies getting stuffed full of cock stared back at me.The table in the middle of the room was littered with glasses, mugs and empty bottles of beer. Nobody had been drinking from the mugs or glasses this weekend, but they'd been using them to spunk into,. Do you understand?"In my mind I could hear Susan's voice saying, over and over again, "Oh my God, Larry, oh my God, oh my God." As much to shut up the back of my own mind, which had the same idea, I told her silently to knock it off."What's the difference?" I told the guy sourly. "You're here to kill me anyway, right?" Not necessarily," he said, surprising me considerably. "If you will please sit down"—he gestured at the mini-couch in the little sitting-area alcove of the room—"I will explain. I also felt we could only fix this mess the way we'd gotten into it: by fucking our brains out. “You think we should host an orgy?” I remember Amy asking me incredulously. “Well not really. An orgy is bigger, like hundreds of people. This'll just be six. But I guess orgy works.” I didn't back down here. This was totally going to fly if I was just confident enough. I knew that Amy, while always a little reserved on the outside, had always had deep urges for freaky-ass shit. This was just the. I goteverything down as much as I could. I have a rack of tissue samplesstashed away in the freezer and about a dozen reprimands from the M.E.for exceeding my authority so far. I'm about this close to gettingcanned, but I really don't care."He gestured back toward the freezer. "Whatever this is it's something sonot right that I can't even begin to process the why or the how. All Iknow is the what." Give me what you have," Mitch said. "I'll do some digging off the booksas well and I think you.