"Paula," said Talia. "Some of us are getting together tomorrow afternoonat my place. The weather's going to be warm so I thought it'd be a poolparty. ...e'd love you to come. In fact I can't think why we didn't inviteyou earlier." There'll even be some of the boys!" said Sophie."Thanks, I'd love to!" I said, surprising myself with my answer. Butwhen you're never invited anywhere, a pool party sounds fun.Towards the end of the last group of the day, I could see a boy lookingat me a lot. He was. She looked up and I saw a little blood trickling from her mouth before she locked lips with me. Things were getting even weirder, and I loved it! We were clawing each others’ backs like cats gripping for purchase as they fell down a silk curtain. I nibbled at her breasts, not gently, but not so hard that they were bleeding. My hands slipped down to her lovely little tush, and I slapped it hard, but not as hard as before, and I heard her purr a little before she bit down on my earlobe. I tapped. He was proud that she was getting these looks as in a way it was a compliment to him that she was dining with him.Back at the condo they sat on the balcony taking in the nice view it offered as well seeing some of the limited boating activity because of it being close to dark. He pointed out to her television weatherman Peter Harrington and his wife as they were walking in the parking lot coming back to their condo. For some reason it seemed to impress Joni that they lived here.After watching. Then I saw it. In my rush through the room earlier I hadn't noticed the item sitting on the TV. It was a video camera with cables connecting it to the set. I turned on the TV and pushed play.I found the phone and called 911 while the video started and pleaded for an ambulance for April, I gave them the address. I wondered if she would still be alive when they arrived.The TV had my attention.Bob stood in front of the house looking at the camera and speaking in hushed tones. "Okay Boy Scout," Bob.