I had read eight books by the end of the first week. They were mostly old books. The newest one we could find was To Kill A Mockingbird, apparently pu...lished in 1960. We also discovered, based on a journal we found in the laboratory, that the last time anyone had been down here was in October, 1962. “The Cuban Missile Crisis,” pointed out Felicia. “Grandma divorced Grandpa right after that,” I remembered. “I wonder if that's why.” “Well, if someone dragged me into this place for a long time for. Now they return, and these are two of their number. They became lost from the others, and I must lead them back to their people." Spurred on by desperation, Mak's inventive tongue was in full swing now."Your story is very strange, Mak the Small and Hairy. You be my guests this night, and we speak more of this." He waved expansively toward his hut, his smile unconvincing as it exposed uneven rows of decaying teeth. "Enter. I have food and drink brought."Mak turned to the two women, bowing. I doubt that we can ever get her into our little family, but I'm certainly going to try as best I can.At the least, I'm hoping that we can increase the number of times we can actually see each other, and knowing that she'll come to play with Mel and Hail gives her another level of cover, so we'll just have to play the future by ear.Arm in arm with her head against my shoulder we retreated into the master for the rest of the night.We both accepted that it was because Mel and Hail were so loving. My heart stopped. God, why was I so attached. I smiled back, after breaking my daze I greeted the other members and sat down. She was very formal today, unlike how she usually dressed, which was rather casual and young. She had a white blouse on and a black suit over it, with the usual pencil style black skirt too. Not the type of thing you would look twice at, but then it got better, she had stockings on, the type you could see right through and were great to touch, which lead all the way down.