I quickly walked to my office and answered it.“Want some Candy, little boy?” a very sexy voice said.I chuckled, “Hi Candace. I literally just wa...ked in the door. And what’s this ‘little boy’ stuff?”“How old are you?”“Twenty,” I said.“And how old do you think I am?” she asked.“I have no idea. I figured you were a college student so about my age.”“I’m twenty-five, almost twenty-six. I took a few years off to backpack all over Europe before I started school.”“Cool. I’ve lived in Sweden for a year. This is crazy, Arnie thought. She just ate enough donuts to fill up a horse, and yet she wants more. How can that be? Arnie wasn't a believer in magic or the supernatural, but he was starting to think there was some drug in that flour, something that made people hungry.He decided to try the flour himself. He went over to the storage shelves and pulled the black bag down. He opened the top and stuck his hand inside the bag, scooping out some of the fine, white flour. He stuck his hand in his. As she walked past me I caught the sweet scent of her young body. I didn't detect a perfume or cologne. It was more like a sweet, fresh powdery aroma. I motioned to the chair opposite my desk and she sat, crossing her legs in a very lady-like motion. The calf that extended below the hem of her skirt was shapely and smooth.In reviewing her questionnaire, I learned that she was twenty, unmarried, had no family history of mental illness, and that her contact person was Robert Telson. I recognized. The news stories on the television had made things seem worse than they were, but Elizabeth was certainly concerned enough to activate what she called 'their contingency plan.'They had chatted about the paintwork on the house, and whether there was a letter from a local decorator waiting with an estimate. Lauren told Elizabeth about the visit to the doctors, and breathed a sigh of relief when Elizabeth failed to ask any questions regarding the treatment. Only later did she wonder why she had.