Beyond the gate, the interior took on an even dirtier, unused feel than the rest of the building. Numerous crates, containers, pallets and other parap...ernalia lie strewn about in various states of disrepair. The floor, cold, hard, and made of smooth concrete, was covered in an uneven layer of dust. The duo moved inside, cautiously winding their way past the large pieces of discarded debris. At the end of this smaller room, the pair stopped and took in the sight before them.?Well, Rick, looks. "I'm doing okay, Sean," she said. She hesitated, and then stopped moving with me. She took a small step back from me, keeping her arms around my neck as she stared up into my eyes, a serious expression on her face.Suddenly, she smiled, a relaxed and happy and easy smile, and my good friend Molly was there, like she had never left. "I'm doing fine, Sean Porter. I'm doing just fine." And she hugged me fiercely, pulling me to her by my neck. She kissed me beneath my ear. "Now dance with me," she. ”“Well… almost. I mean if it was fixed I’d leave you alone. But it’s not, yet. I went home and things are still pretty fucked up.”“And the pictures?”“Well,” Petra said sheepishly, “I have a bit of a confession to make there.”Jake frowned and stared at his daughter. She looked more than a little guilty.“Well, you see, I sort of followed her, and- well, here.” She fished the remote - his remote - out of a pocket and handed it over.Jake felt angry and disappointed at the same time. “Petra, this…. We are a very open couple, both sexually active and adventurous. We've been married a long time, and we like to spice things up from time to time, to keep ourselves interested, as it were. And we always exchange stories of what went on; we get very turned on by hearing each other tell of our little exploits.”“Go on, my dear,” said Geoff, “tell her what happened when you left the room that evening.”“It would be my pleasure,” she said. “You remember that Ian made some feeble excuse about showing.