Emma strode forward and typed the six digit code – 418592 – into the control panel and looked at Jamie. "Get ready," she whispered and pressed the...green button.There was a whirring sound and the three of them held their breath in expectation. "Wait," she muttered and rubbed her hands together. There was a momentary pause as time stood still for them, waiting for the red light on top of the vault to glow green.A high-pitched siren went off and the main lights flashed on. Emma looked Jamie and. " You wouldn't do that," I muttered dazedly. The truth was, I was too stunned and breathless to think about anything. My brain was a mass of scrambled eggs and coffee grounds."I'll do anything I like," she said mildly, leaning forward to say it into my face. I cringed away and put a hand down to steady myself. I was shaking all over. I had nightmarish visions of every guy I knew watching me ass-fucking, doggie-style. I could see them stroking their cocks and moaning in disbelief as I stuck my. Smirks curtly. "Hmph," she exhaled.Spun on her heels in a military manner. We followed behind. Through a maze of dimly lit corridors, blue light like smoke. Quiet. Only the rhythmic clicking of high heels on hard ground, echoed faintly. Passing many closed doors. Sealed chambers, I thought. What is this place?Finally we halt at a door. The Amazon opens it with a skeleton key. They push me in. Close the door behind me. I'm tired. It's very dim. I'm alone. It's not warm. I wake up groggy. I'm. Nancy's excuse was that there wasn't one close enough in this weather. Herb had taken her to a restaurant in Kalispell for Thanksgiving dinner. It was more of a buffet than a sit down meal. Her appetite was good but she always seemed tired so without further adieu he took her to see a doctor. They diagnosed her as having Epstein Bar Syndrome.Epstein Bar in of itself wasn't infectious nor life threatening, but that was the reason for her was so tired. She was given shots and prescription because.