At any moment, either of us could stop this, lend an ear to a suspicious voice cloaked in smug judgment, take that step back and lose the contact. And...in thinking of this, I take a deeper breath, force these memories to sear themselves into my mind, absorbing every single second that I stand here, desperate not to forget any part of this. I float back to the surface, your warm, soft words flowing around me still. I try to refocus on the conversation, the wall, any required responses that I need. The first morning i set about stripping the walls,the house was very quiet and i soon got stuck in to the work.the only thing was though that every now and then i could hear a kind of sighing coming from Raynors room.I dismissed the noise and carried on working.After a while i heard Raynors door open and she popped her round the door and said good morning before she headed for the bathroom.I replied morning back and as i looked up i got the shock of my life.There in her hand was the bag with. I told her my sister and friends went to do some grocery shopping and I guess they didn't lock the door. Now she seems to be a little bit more comfortable about the whole thing so I ask if she'd like some coffee or tea or anything to drink, she thought some tea would be nice. I went to the kitchenette and got some water on while we talked.Her name is Susan and she wanted to know if I always went around naked. I told her pretty much most of the time. The next question was about the girls, do. She got up to stretch her legs and walked over to the window. It was getting quite hot in the bedroom, she noticed, perhaps she should open a window. She reached up and... "What are you doing?" Stacy had returned with the two glasses and the bottle of scotch."I'm just g-going to open the window," Ashley answered, stammering slightly in an effort to enunciate the words. The scotch was really affecting her. She took a deep breath. "It's hot in here." Her upper lip was damp with perspiration."I.