Instead you could see all the construction of the machine as the ribs, cables, and all the other stuff were clearly visible. Standing around on the fl...or, strapped down, were crates and cartons of various kinds, and I guessed this must be some sort of cargo hold. The only unusual feature was in the far corner where, against the wall there was a kind of cell, or cage – about four feet square, with stainless steel bars running floor to ceiling. The guards led me to this, opened the door, and told. If you remember we renovated in the dead of winter. We need to do something to your courtyard. You promised we could do something in the spring, well it's spring." Why are you sending me someone who doesn't speak English?" I asked."He hasn't had time to learn English yet. He should have been with a foreman who speaks Spanish, as well as English. I'll get someone out there," he promised."Too late, the cops are on the way. Actually I hear them now. I hope this guy has his papers, because if not,. "Hi!" I called back seeing her, before taking another drink from my cuppa. I sat there, in my boxers and t-shirt. She stepped across into the kitchen and poured herself a drink before entering back into the living room, stepping across and sitting down beside me."I hope you liked what you saw earlier!" Amanda said to me, with a little wicked smile upon her face. I looked at her, and turned a little red knowing now she had seen me watching her and Julia in the bedroom."Sorry, I was just...." I. ” she said softly as she continued to slowly walk towards where I stood, “…sometimes, I get desperate.” She unfastened the top snap of her jeans as she stopped right in front of me. “Ever feel that way?” she asked, looking up at me. “Yes,” I replied. “Please tell me you’re not gay,” she whispered, as she slipped her hand into the front of her pants. “No,” I replied, “I am not gay.” She unzipped her jeans and then stepped up even closer to where I stood. She slipped her hand into the space.