The man said, “Hi, I’m Kyle. I was just on my way home after a day working on a house in Casper. I should be able to help you. Do you need anyt...ing else?” “I really owe you for stopping. I really need to make this up to you.”“Don’t think anything of it. It is my pleasure.”Whether it was the Kyle’s good looks, his confident demeanor, or the fact that he was her savior, Amanda could not help but say,” we could make it more pleasurable.”Amanda moved in tight to Kyle and he responded by. "Does this mean it's all over? Did I totally screw it up?" "What do you want, Sy? You looked like you suffered last night. But I'll do whatever you want. I can quit right now or we can keep going, but whatever we choose we have to work together. You can't go off on your own like you did last night. You've got to stick to the plan." He looked up sharply at her words. Did Mandy know he had spied on her at the hotel bar? He sighed a deep sigh. Fuck, his head hurt! But the conversation was arousing. He stands, stretches, and leaves the den, glancing out the window at the steady, much-needed rainfall. She is not in the living room, nor the dining room, nor the kitchen. Not having heard any doors opening or closing, she is apparently not in the basement, nor has she gone out onto the back porch. Unless she is crawling on the ceiling like a spider, she is apparently still upstairs, and likely still in bed. Quietly entering the bedroom, his sight confirms his suspicions. His better half lays. "I was already wearing lingerie so I thought it would be ok to wear whatCandy had suggested and said, "That looks so soft," and Candy invited meto take it and put it under my pillow.I did just that and held the garment to my face and then put them whereCandy suggested.Candy invited to go downstairs with her and watch some TV with her. Wewent further away from the stairs and Candy pointed out where Ms.Vanderbilt and Priscilla's bedroom was.I asked Candy where her bedroom was, and she said it.