She knows what she’s doing. The leg is dressed neatly. I let my eyes close while she worked. When I opened them, I thought I caught her looking at t...he blue-covered lump at my crotch.She finished my dressing and got off the bed. I started to get up. Don’t know why. Nothing pressing.“No, you stay there. Let it rest.”I obeyed. Closed my eyes. I just let myself drift until I felt the bed move as Mimi crawled in beside me. I turned to her. “Gutsy little thing, ain’t you?”“Look, Buddy. We both have. Ishivered in the cold of the morgue. "That's her," I said in a smallvoice. "That's my sister." "Let the record show that the body was identified by the next of kin,"the coroner said. He snapped off his recorder viciously. "Anothervictim of the Clothing Killer. God! That's number six!" Abruptly a wave of icy calm swept over me, and I knew what I was goingto do. "May I have a moment alone with her, please?" I asked. "Of course." The room emptied, and I let myself break down. It wasonly. Mary reached up and pulled on her hair, I straightened it and smiled “it's because you're not high tonight. I don't need to be high on pot tonight , I am high on you” I said, swinging her hand as we walked.It was when she pulled on her hair when I realized she didn't button her shirt up completely .Mary doesn’t have big breasts but her shirt revealed a nice cleavage. After getting some sodas and popcorn we took the long way back to the van as we talked and she would giggle.I was watching guys. Her shot hit, but Cecily almost ended up on her backside. She would have, if Ben hadn’t been standing behind her when she took the shot, helping brace her slight frame with his own. It was the only time he let her do that.In between shooting, Ben drilled Cecily in the care and cleaning of both the rifle and the pistol that he’d given her to use. Cecily proved to be an attentive student. She wasn’t very fast at reloading, but that didn’t matter; or so Ben told her when she became worried that.