I was confident I hadn't misread her inflection. When she'd said, "come" she'd said it like describing an orgasm as opposed to an invitation to attend...their party."We're going shopping this morning," Cindy announced. "Dawn thought it might be fun for us to find something sexy to wear to the party."Once again I was hesitant to infer anything into that, but Dawn's comment about finding something sexy to wear was certainly interesting. "Sounds like a fine idea to me." I said not quite staring at. Candy took a wash mitten and was busysoaping it up and she reached around and washed parts of my body in herreach. She invited me to kneel in front of her and wash her breasts. Ididn't need to be told twice. I loved doing this especially when I hadsuch close contact with her lovely breasts. I wanted breasts like allthe maids and Priscilla, Ms. Vanderbilt, Mrs. Bewick and Althea.I told Candy as I busy with her breasts, "Candy, I so want lovelybreasts like yours, yours are just so perfect."Candy. The smell of death was familiar now, but it was no more easily borne now than it had been, at the beginning.We were nine, now. A great range of ages. Three men from Canada — fishermen now far, far from home. A housewife from St. Cloud, Minnesota. A 17-year-old boy from Atlanta — by way of Cripple Creek, Colorado. Two young black boys from Chicago. A disabled 50-year-old man and his 25-year-old daughter from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.A motley crew, perhaps, but better, somehow, than I had. " He sneaked up to one of the sparkling windows that were plentiful along the main floor and peeked in."Daaayuum!" Colin said, looking in. "I made a mint from my bottle caps but this bitch must be loaded. Look at the artwork alone in this room, has to be worth at least $500,000."Cupid glared at him. "We're not casing the joint, we're trying to kidnap Martha Stewart. Now shut up and help me find a way inside."They jimmied a door wall and sneaked inside. Cupid hurried through the spacious rooms.