BJChapter 6. A Dummy for Baby CandyWhen we reached Mandy's bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and croonedfor me to stop crying. "Oh there, there, Ca...ndy. Don't cry, little one.It's alright. Don't worry, honey. Everything is going to be alright."She suggested in a kind soothing voice, "Maybe if you manage to staydry for the rest of the day, your Aunt might let you out of nappiestomorrow." She noticed the open crib next to the change table, and withwide disbelieving eyes, asked me, "Candy? Is. Susan came in the kitchen and said, "I see that you're almost done with the dishes." Yes," Denise said dunking the pot into the hot water."Good. We'll spend a little time this morning getting ready and head out to the mall to be there when the stores open," Susan said. She fully expected to spend a good six or seven hours shopping."Great," Denise replied. She figured that they would get done in an hour or two and be home in time for lunch."I need to pick up an outfit or two for myself," Susan. Dark strands of pitch hung limply against her face, oily tendrils clinging to her brow. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped. A sharp, unbridled shout of "Mike!" dissolved into the hush of startled crickets.There was no pause to wonder if he was disturbed or urged on by my contorted expression or primal utterances. He stood above me in deeply shadowed but well defined profile. I didn't think it was possible for a man to rub himself so quickly or brutally, and it surprised and hypnotized me.His thighs shifted; his abdomen tensed. Then a resonance from within his heaving chest warned of his own explosive finish which,.