When I tried its latch, it was unlocked. The dark stairs led down.I listened and from below I heard nothing. I left the door open for Lana. I turned b...ck. As I emerged into the hallway, she was just arriving."The door to the basement is open. Good luck," I said.She gave me a quick kiss and headed in. I walked down the hall into the house to find Mr. Woodhouse – and Renee.The main hall led to the foyer with its patterned floor and its warded stairs. I might climb the stairs, I thought, and pit. . and I used it. So anyway the best parties had been at my house, many thanks to Henry, and I was not going to let us lose the title now. I was going on four years. No one had held the four year running in exactly a decade. So here we go!Of course, my best friends and I all planned the thing. They showed up to help set it up, and get everything ready. They were more than willing to help us keep the title going, because not only was it our family, but it was technically now our grade who had the. ..in my bum all day long..."She was wearing a white button-up blouse and pleated school-girl skirt, as well as dress-code white socks. I sat in front of her and untiedher canvass deck shoes. Her small feet were hot from walking, her socks damp from her perspiration. Julie slipped off her shoe, thenbegan massaging her socked foot in front of me, wiggling her toes as she rubbed her heel and instep.The fifteen year-old then rolled thedamp sock off her petite foot, her cute nose wrinkling as she. Bob's hand rested on her left thigh. She covered it with her left hand and looked over in Sandy's direction. No doubt about it Sandy was kissing Stan. A long hard one. Bob's fingers began to tickle her leg. She pulled his hand away and deposited back in his lap, the back of her hand touching something firm in his bathing trunks. She jerked her hand back. She should get up and leave. Say she was tired or something.Bob's lips did touch her ear as he said, "Something for you." He touched a cold.