I didn't know what she did after that and I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, the sooner the job was finished the better.An hour later, she saun...ered into the back yard. I could hear her; Christ, I could even smell her when she came outside. Keeping my back to her, I kept swinging my hammer."You look thirsty," she crooned."I'm good," I muttered. I didn't stop working."I made you some lemonade," she said in that sultry voice of hers. "I squeezed the lemons myself. You can stop long enough. ..Twenty minutes later I was knocking at her door. She came to open with a glass full of bourbon in her hand. Her makeup was so fucking sexy and she was wearing a pale green summer dress and high heels.“Are you sure of this, girl?” I asked her, taking the glass from her soft hand.Her answer was only point me at the garage, telling me to wait her there.Two minutes later she stood by the inner garage door; she shut it turned the lights on. As we stood there she said “There, by this work station. . by this, volunteers hereby declare being in good health, and agree without restriction to all of the above statements ...".All of that didn't make any sense to Sarah, as she was still hoping to find something close to a nightclub, so her mind wasn't opened at all to anything else. Indeed, she didn't even try to find a light switch on the wall. Without really paying attention to them, she let her legs walk her to the door on her left. She entered a bigger room, where a bit of light came. “No,” Luke says, hearing something that just didn’t sound right.She sits up and says, “What?” The angle and pressure changes and he sinks all the way into her. Her eyes roll from the sudden pleasure.He wants to pound into her, but there is something wrong here. “We need to get out of here,” he says.“What? Why?” she asks.Luke looks at her dumbfounded. “You mean you don’t hear that?”Candace takes a moment to forget about the pleasure and excitement and to listen. “Oh, shit...” she huffs, pulling.