“Welcome to the cellars Miss Walstow! I do hope you will have a pleasant stay with us.” he’d said. Jennifer had shaken her head disbelievingly. ... pleasant stay in those awful catacombs had been the least of her expectations. Nevertheless she had managed a murmured thank you. Rebecca had kissed her a final time “I must leave now Jenny. Don’t be frightened! Sebastian will look after you.”“How long will I have to stay here?”“All week Jenny. Don’t worry we’ll all come and visit you. Be brave my. It didn’t look good. I crawled out, her look said it all, could she continue or was it worse. ‘It’s not good news I’m afraid. It looks as if the output shaft in your gearbox has broken, it’s flapped around like a fart in a bubble bath and chewed out the oil seal. You’re up for a new gearbox.’ ‘Damn. Damn, damn the mother fucking thing! Why did it have to do this now? Why couldn’t it have shit itself at some other time.’ ‘Now before you get too carried away and take a sledge hammer to the old. ..more. That's when you walk in. Tall, curvy, sun kissed skin, and a smile that could cause the blind to become aroused. I try not to stare, but the vibe your giving off is just too strong to avoid. I finish my tea, check my breath, and walk over, pretending to be interested in whatever baked goods you seem to have your eye on. I throw out a "Good Afternoon" and casually keep walking, hoping you'll take my bait. You turn, smile and give a slight acknowledging head nod. "Ehh, Good Enough." I say. Maybe we can parlay this into a little party at your place." "Oh, do you think so?" she cried. "Should we say something to Brenda?" "No, I think Brenda has her end of this all figured out. When we get finished you should invite us over to your place. If Brenda has Sasha's interest piqued, then we'll all get what we want." Jeri shook her head. "Brandon, you have the naughtiest mind. You bring this beautiful woman up here and you're plotting to get us all in bed with you." "No, Jeri, I'm just.