..I had meetings until four PM Friday, but then everyone had a break until about six when the closing festivities began. The entertainment included a ...casino and buffet, and then music and dancing until eleven. During the casino part of the evening I walked around the room checking out potential prospects. I was attired in a black halter dress that reached my mid-thigh. At the end of my long, tan legs were a designer pair of black five-inch fuck me pumps. My long hair was swept and fashioned in. Even Blair, I think you have come a long way considering how rotten to the core you are,” she said.“They are just as bad as me,” I started to explain. My mom cut me off and told me not to talk right now.“If anyone of you had a Golden Ticket to visit Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory you would be one of the first bitches to drop down the bad egg chute into the incinerator!” my mom chuckled wryly.“Oompa Loompa doompadee dee!” Julie started to sing playfully in agreement.“If you are wise you will. They had always excited me, Id always got harder and lasted longer than at any other time we had sex together. I never analysed it very much at the time, about why it turned me on so much. I just knew it was going to be one of the most arousing nights of sex I was likely to enjoy apart from one time when Julie seemed to be interested only in the guy we were with and I felt very much like an outsider, which wasnt especially pleasant, although that was the exception. But nothing had happened in. Maybe Willard hadn't even had a stroke, down in the mine. Maybe whatever killed all these people had killed him, too.Or maybe the only reason I wasn't dead was that I'd been down there, trapped underground in Uncle Willard's mine.None of the dead people I saw was marked in any way. It was like poison gas had gone through, or some kind of death ray. Yeah, right. A death ray. I'd been reading too many comic books.I figured whatever it was must have happened late in the night. Last night. That.