Ashley knew she had the whole afternoon to herself. Her Mom was working, and her Dad, as was usually the case, was away on business. “Business” for Ashley’s Dad usually meant spending a week or two in the alps with whichever mistress he had on lock down for that particular year. While you would think this would have upset Ash, but she actually loved it when he left because it gave her some much-needed time alone. He paid the bills, kept them both in a palatial home, driving cars so nice most people can’t even pronounce them, so why would she complain? Her Mom knew what she signed up for when she married a rich womanizer, and while there may have been a lack of an actual Dad, the elegant luxuries she surrounded herself in more than made up for that. Today, for Ashley, was about going outside with some champagne, and doing some nude sunbathing in the yard. That was the other thing she loved about being rich. Being untouchable. Ashley would heave when she imagined any of her less attractive neighbors attempting what she was about to. But she knew, outside of Rich, who lived across the street and Ashley was sure was in love with her, that no one else would see. And even if they had, no one would do shit. Can’t touch the untouchable, she always said. So she grabbed her iPod, towel, a bottle of chilled champagne, and a grape Popsicle, and headed outside to her back yard. And beneath the Earth, the quite tunnels of vermin all stirred for a moment, sensing something wonderful was coming.