I felt relieved and yet chastened by this woman. She was in her fifties, married almost thirty years to a successful artist, Darren Powell. Like her, ...e was brilliant at his chosen craft, extremely well read, possessed of a lively sense of humour and he loved his spouse passionately. They seemed on the surface to be opposites, but they were anything but. I kicked myself once more for not including her right from the start. Thankfully, John had covered for me."So how did your meeting with Lynda. We had some extra air tanks along, just in case, but we didn't plan to need them. We waited until things had quieted down at the landing dock before leaving our hiding place.Julia burned our way out of the cargo hold and we breathed the local air. WOW! We didn't bring enough air bottles! The air might not be toxic, but it smelled to high heaven of sulfur compounds. The air was what any human would associate with Hell, it smelled of rotten eggs and farts—very appropriate for the devils in. It is an old lift so really only four can use it or it stops all the time. Whilst we were waiting Alex, the third guy, was pawing at all of us and we were all making very lewd and creative suggestions as to what might happen next. I swear he was fully erect already. From the looks of it Sara was ready to have him right there too. He was licking her cleavage and moulding her breasts through her dress. The lift arrived back down and saved us from impromptu group sex right there in the cold damp. " You poor thing." Sugar and Spice seemed less brassy than they had a theGentlemen's Club, more soft and sympathetic as they spoke with Janet,"Men are such a bother, aren't they? Come in and have a drink. I was theentertainment at his Bachelor Party" Spice said, "and maybe I'll remembersome clue...."Time passed. Tones of friendly female conversation filtered in to mydarkened hiding place. The women were sitting on the sofa, one of themresting her feet on the ottoman. I scarcely dared breathe..