Watch your step, I can lifeguard, but I do not want to pull you out of the lake today, We are going to have to hop over some rocks to get back to the ...oathouse."On top of the boathouse roof, to the door, through the cave-room behind it, up the stairs, and more stairs......into the limestone cellar.............stairs and more stairs, opening the heavy door...............boom....this was the kitchen, Massive, windows boarded up all through the high-ceiling downstairs area, living room, another. They were both just to be back up for the professional security people, trolling around the edges of the event, looking for problems. Of course, the FBI guys had told his boss that if anything did turn up that way, that Dean could just let them know, and they would step in. In other words, Dean told himself, they were just tolerating him and his agency. Humor us, he thought, and keep us out of the picture. Grade crossing patrols could handle what he was doing. Michelle, too, was officially. Why is it so hot when a girl bites her lip? he wondered. He had a thing for lips, and boobs and butts for that matter, and she had plenty of all those things. Her tight black pants highlighted her curvy bottom, and she was wearing a billowy shirt that swished as she walked. He peeked over at her again, trying to imagine how she would look with her hair down. His fingers twitched to unravel her long braid. He only let go of her hand when they got to the grey building so she could get her keys. I knew the cry came from the other side of the room but as I was turned away, I couldn't tell who it was. The cry made it obvious that one of the girls was having a bad dream. I waited for a few minutes in case she cried out again but it didn't happen. As I was tired, I quickly went to the front door, which was already locked and then headed across the great room, stepping over girls as I went to check the rear door. I picked my way across the room and just as I had stepped over the last girl.