“There’s the way out,” said Tanya, indicating a small square air vent at the end of the attic. “That should be the rear of the cabin.”“Mak...s sense,” Frank added. “When we hear them come in the front, we go out the back.”“Even better,” Béla suggested, “if we go out now, while we can still see...”“What about your guys, Tanya,” Frank asked.“Well, they’re watching us on satellite,” she said, not sounding too hopeful. “If they can get to us, they will.”Frank heard a sound he didn’t recognize and. He was lean and muscular with narrow hips and broad shoulders; she, by comparison, pale, narrow-waisted, and urgent of body.The dance began with the two facing each other, and then he took her hand and twirled her halfway around and drew her into a close gyrating embrace. The move was so smooth, it seemed natural for her to curl into his arms with his pelvis against her buttocks and his arms around her.She looked down at the mounds of her breasts. The pink areoles surrounding her tightening. "If you were my wife, then obviously you'd remember being her. Buthow fortunate it must be for you to be capable of remembering everymember of your family so clearly. Do you think it would be possiblefor me to meet your lucky wife?" Unfortunately, no," sighed Jack. "She's not home at the moment.She went to the store several hours ago. At the time, she saidshe'd only be gone for few minutes, but I haven't seen her since." Have you called the police?" Of course, about fifteen minutes ago. . "I gotta go, I need to leave." No, please, Olivia, let's talk about this. I mean, you gotta promise you won't say anything." And you? You won't talk either.", looking me in the eye. "Yeah right. I think we're both in deep on this." and she sits on the chair opposite the door. "I need a drink. You have any whiskey?" Olivia, you're only 17." That's true, it's also true that I'm a $300 an hour hooker that you just called to come over and pleasure you. Whiskey? Please?", she pleads.I had to bust.