To be honest, I couldn't blame him. They were hot, all of them in halter or crop tops, and wearing shorts. Two blondes, one lighter than the other, a ...edhead, and another with short black hair. Their boyfriends didn't seem to be too happy with dad's attention, but they didn't say anything, just gave dad dirty looks. I turned back to my sisters. "Okay, spill it, what's up?"Carmen shook her head, "Nothing." Her hair fell around her face, hiding her outbreak of zits. It was blue today, she'd dyed. Ernie was slight-built and thinning a little in the hair department, while Margaret was trim, with shoulder length, brown hair and very pert pointed tits. And with very large nipples which became incredibly long when played with.Ernie and Margaret had bought Number Two because, with the addition of a high fence, the garden was not overlooked and they could walk in the garden naked. On closing the front-door they took off their shoes, socks, tops, skirts, trousers, underwear and all four were. The door opened and I froze as the camera flash recorded my naked self standing in the hotel corridor, full frontal and seemingly, in one sixtieth of a second, actually smiling, the only problem I had, it was not my husband, it was the guy who had been drinking with me in the bar, and now he reached out and yanked my stupefied body into the room and put a hand on my mouth, so I could not scream, he wanted me to know what was going on.I was drunk and out of breath, I was frightened and started. By now, both feet were dragging, and I would soon stop just because I had taken the last step that my fading strength could handle.Okay, I sat on the floor and leaned against a wall. Was that foolish? Who could tell? All I knew was that I had to rest, so I was resting. If a killer showed up before I could regain some strength, then I was dead. The situation was as simple as that.What in the world? Suddenly, the wall I was leaning against began to vibrate at a very low frequency. Did that mean.