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and admired the visual experience of this upscale city home.
    The living room sofas and chairs were the softest black leather I ever touched. The tables were stainless steel with lightly-smoked glass inlays, and the carpet was deep, soft and off-white. The sofa was draped with pink women's clothes; short silky dress, large-cup under wire bra, tiny g-string, thigh-high stockings and spiked heels. They looked like Andi's size and style.
    I lifted the little panty and marveled at its sheerness and lightness; the triangular patch of fabric and thin strings weighed less than a feather. In my mind's eye I pictured Andi slipping out of this lingerie, standing right here, letting me look at and pet her excited body. As I held the panty I picked up a scent of Andi; her perfume, her sex. It stayed with me. I slipped the panty into my pants pocket.
    There were seven opened and empty boxes from various Philadelphia clothing stores, tossed on the furniture and tables with tissue paper spilling onto the floor.
    I looked to my right and was drawn like a tiny sliver of iron to a powerful magnet. A wall-mounted flat-screen TV dominated the wall across from the couch. A space-age-looking stereo system sat on the side table below the TV. In the corners of that same wall were two circular tubes that stood six-feet tall. The matching pair was on the left side of the room behind the couch. They were the speakers and my mouth was watering imagining the sound they produced. A very impressive collection of CDs and DVDs filled a black storage shelf under the side table. I guessed correctly; this was Bang & Olufsen equipment; the ultimate stuff. It was my favorite stereo system; but, for me, this gear remained a dream. I almost lost myself and picked up the remote, but thought better of it at the last moment.
    The dining room was at the far left of the front of the penthouse. It’s black lacquered table, six chairs and china cabinet gleamed in the reflected light from the late day sun. Behind the dining room, the kitchen had near-new, stainless steel appliances and white Corian countertops that sparkled from, what looked like, glitter embedded in the cool surface. The cabinets had a pearl-colored finish, and some of the doors had opaque glass inserts. An island cabinet with an extended shelf and two stools underneath dominated the open wall to the kitchen. Hanging over the island were at least ten gleaming copper-finished pots and pans.
    I had just checked the milk in the refrigerator and noticed it was stale-dated, when Cyn came back to the living room.
    â€œCyn, this place is great. Man, what a shock. I had no idea. The Grayson’s really put money into this hideaway.”
    â€œIt's nice to be rich. But, Stevie, come see this.”
    She spun and walked back to the bedrooms. I followed her and passed the smaller second bedroom on the right, decorated in royal blue, with a full-sized bed, computer table and side cabinet. Cyn turned left into the master bedroom and I followed.
    I've never seen so many clothes out of drawers and the closet and tossed everywhere. This large red room was dominated by a king-sized metal bed. On top were two pieces of luggage with some clothes inside.
    I blurted out, “What a mess.”
    Cyn responded, “God, Andi's manic, big-time!”
    â€œManic?”
    â€œYou know, Andi suffers from manic depression. We'll talk about it later. Why don't you look around in the office, that blue bedroom down the hall, and I'll look around in here?”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œWe need to get out of here in fifteen minutes.”
    I turned around and walked back to the little bed room. I turned on the desktop computer. While it warmed up I looked around the room and through the paperwork on the table top. I saw a stack of credit card, bank and other billing statements. I'd look at them later.
    After one look at the personal computer's wallpaper and software I knew this was Andi's PC. I was able to access her