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tag. She dangled it right in front of his face. Her eyes were
bright, glassy things, full of joy. She was smiling so warmly.
Jack slid off the bar stool and followed where she led.

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The room was very nice. It was large, warm, and totally dark
when the curtains were pulled. Despite being in a building with a
population equaling that of most small mid-western towns, it was
utterly silent.
They were naked on top of the covers, she was curled against
him on the side opposite the door. Their hands still ran up and
down each other's bodies, caressing warm skin and nerves still
tingling. Warm air blew down from a vent in the ceiling, a breath
of luxury.
"We ought to send up for champagne," she said. "I love
champagne. I love expensive champagne. The more expensive it is,
the more I love it."
"My father loved this really expensive champagne from France
that came in a black bottle. He could only get it every other
year, because it was a very small vineyard. Sometimes he'd have it
flown over special order. I remember the last year he did that the
bill was more than a vacation cruise."
"Your father was rich. Did you inherit it all?"
"No. I just inherited all his problems. Champagne and cigars
were the only things he ever spent money on, other than his
company. He was always pouring money back into it. Now all that
money is shares of DGD stock."
"How did he die? In bed with a blond?" She nudged him.
Jack laughed. "No, it's funnier than that. He died of
pneumonia because he didn't believe he was sick enough to go to a
hospital." But that's not the truth, he thought. Dad knew he was
going to die. I think he wanted to die. I think that after all
those years he couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted out.
There was an odd scratching sound. A key in a lock. Before
Jack could react the room door swung wide open and a man with an
auto-advance camera and an electronic flash was taking seven
pictures per second. Jack froze in shock. Christie reacted in a
strange way; she climbed half over him with her body and posed in
sexual positions.
The roll of film exposed, the man dashed out the door,
slamming it behind him. Christie pushed herself off of Jack and
slid into the darkness away from him. The room was again quiet,


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and seemed even darker than before. Horrible, blotchy afterimages
of the flash haunted Jack's eyes. The warm air blowing down on him