It was a dream job. He was supposed to guard seven lovely bodies. The chore got even dreamier when he saw the lineup, which included a red-haired nymphomaniac; a hot-blooded, black-haired beauty with curves that didn't stopl and a tall Swedish Amazon that was anytihng but an iceberg. But the girls weren't dreams, they were real and solid and very feminine.

Trouble was, one of the girls was about to be killed, and Christopher Sly didn't know which one. And one of the others was planning on doing the killing, and he didn't know that one, either. Then the dream turned into a nightmare when the killer decided to add another target -- Christopher Sly himself