It was the postman and he had a parcel for me that required my signature on delivery. It was postmarked Los Angeles but I did not recognise the name o... address on the back. I opened it and saw that it was a videocassette, entitled 'Majorcan Pleasures'. There was a note enclosed. It was from Carl! I thanked my lucky stars that Kelly was out. She had left quite early to go shopping in the West End. I picked up the note to read it. There was no address shown.'Dear Ben,I thought you might like this. I had a deep suspicion they had planned this, but I was curious and as we had been married for two years, being with another man in such close proximity, especially in bed, did send a tingle through my clitoris. I had gone back down into the hotels shops to buy sunscreen, and bikinis, beach roll up matting beds and towels. I came back into the room and both guys were on the balcony drinking beer, as I tossed my shopping onto the bed. ‘What’s the plan for today’, I asked, my eyes drawn to his. The hall carpets have been lifted, revealing more marble. With any luck, the elevators will be approved for operation very shortly making it much easier to maneuver between floors. The safety check, by the engineer, is taking forever. Currently, we have to use the stairs, which makes it difficult moving equipment from floor to floor. The upper floors haven’t sustained as much damage as the first two. That will cut down on the cost per unit. I head for my office to slave for the day.Just before. “Yeah, thanks for making it less scary! You jerk!” Heather accused, sounding partially serious as she scurried upfront to grab my hand.“Now be nice, Jake! It is creepy down here, and you know it!” our Mom admonished me—it was almost like old times when I’d bug my sisters for no reason.“It’s not scary per se, but I hate feeling claustrophobic, and it’s very tight down here,” Abby moaned quietly and involuntarily; it was true I’d forgotten that she had a mild phobia of tight places.Not as tight.