"Jesus," he breathed."The men are on the way. It's not likely, but one of them could get greedy." He pulled out a bundle of $100 bills wrapped in a na...row strip of paper. He quickly counted the number of bills in the bundle. "Fifty. Three bundles per man. $5,000 for the second half and final payday for the job plus a $10,000 bonus."He made five stacks, three bundles high, closed the bag and carried it to a closet in a bedroom. It didn't feel that much lighter.Al arrived first. He'd driven a car. My hunger had to be satisfied but at the same time I did not want to murder an innocent person.It was at one of those parties one spring when I was introduced to the Ross's. Both of medium height, they had matching black hair and copper skins. Daniel's eyes were black. Dani's were blue, showing one of the strains that had mixed with the Cherokee over the centuries. I was taken with both of them from the first introduction. Their appearance stirred memories of the Orient and the lovers and. Upon opening it, he saw that it had a picture inserted in the body of the message."Mr.& Mrs. Matthew Foxx request the presence of your company at their home this Friday evening at seven P.M. for a pool party.Food and beverage will be provided.Women should wear swim-suits.Men will swim naked."He read that last line three times before switching screens back to the text-message and hitting the call icon.Dylan: I take it that you read it.Matt: I read it. Has she lost her mind?Dylan: I don't know,. She tried to stifle a cry as the pain of her barrenness plucked at her heartstrings in a vicious reminder that they had failed to produce a child. This was really the whole reason for her melancholy, not the foul weather; her body clock was running and time was whizzing by. It wasn't that they hadn't tried, oh no, they had made love in every conceivable position, at any time and thoroughly enjoyed each other's bodies. It just hadn't happened, but neither of them had the courage to go to the.