She led me to the back-most room, a bed sat in the middle. Its headboard rested against a wall. A blanket as well as sheets covered the mattress and b...d-frame, two end tables nestled on either side of the bed's head like ears. Lynn closed the door behind us and set her access card atop a table. She slipped her shoes off, carefully pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head and took it off. I gazed in disbelief. They were flawless. Her fingers ran through my hair, my head was pulled toward. ." Kathy began but was immediately interrupted."No!" Kris exclaimed. "Absolutely not!"Then she just shook her head and added, "I guess maybe we weren't very clear when we said we wanted to be their mistresses. You see, I guess we forgot that those women are usually kept with the guy paying for everything, aren't they?"Kathy nodded and the girl continued with a wry smile, "We aren't like that. What we mean is that we will be available to Jim and Mike anytime for any purpose. But we will be. He had to admit that, from a strictly esthetic point of view, the rig was pretty silly, but it consisted of two platforms, each one 12 feet square, which were connected by a walkway 3 feet wide. There was a chest-high wall completely surrounding the structure that was 2 inches thick, made of hardwood so that it would stop bullets, and liberally supplied with loopholes for shooting through by a kneeling man. Access was by two ladders which were to be pulled up to the platforms when the house was. " With a cheap biro, he jotted it down and underlined it on a notepad, despite the tape recorder making that task largely redundant. "Continue." Faye and I had spent a few hours in one another's company that evening. Dancing in the great hall. Laughing. Grazing on Christmas-themed nibbles. General chit-chat flowed about everything except the weather, which made a refreshing change from the default British topic. I'm unsure why I expected conversation with an accountant to be difficult, but her.