Laying on the bed was a pair of trousers and a shirt. There was also apair of gloves and a straw hat. Mirilla slowly closed the door behind her.The wo...k clothes actually seemed nicer than the ones he actually wore.He put them as he was told and was amazed by how well they fit. He thenlooked at the room before he walked out the door. Like the house, thereseemed to be a touch of sadness to it.He imagined there was a time when that wasn't so. There had to have been aprincess living in this room,. “Yeah,” Owen touched his eye. It was still yellow brown but it was healing. “I can’t say I’m a good person, can I?”“What’s wrong with having superpowers?” Frieda asked. “You bought me and Elizabeth and now you’re going to get millions of dollars.”“I don’t think I can sell them,” Owen said. “Besides, I don’t want to.”“But--” Frieda frowned. “Dad’s going to be devastated.”“Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Besides, I can’t waitress well enough for everyone. We need good money.”“Yeah,” Owen said. “I think. ?It took nearly another 3 weeks. I was getting frantic with waiting. Then a fat letter arrived. They said that the man they had been caught 5 days ago. He had confessed after they had broken his alibi using methods not normally available to the police or acceptable in court. He would be available to me tomorrow for whatever?punishment I wanted to use?between 11 and 5 o’clock. The letter repeated that I had a totally free hand to do to him whatever I wanted. A map and directions to some place in. You need two things to get in; a penis, and the kind of fortune most human beings don’t even know exists in private hands. I made mine the hard way, building and selling oil tankers. I bet against myself just before the gulf spill and made billions overnight. My first party invitation came a week later.Now its all second-nature, but that first visit made me question my sanity. The only reason I agreed to come was, well, you don’t say no to the richest and most powerful men in the world. I had.