As she said, “I’ll just crawl back under my stone, back in Birmingham.” Walking back to the exit, I felt a hand grab my arm. It was Melissa.“Y...u’re not going anywhere until this gets sorted out. Jennifer, you get your ass over here now. Lillian, I need your keys to the flat, please?”“It’s a mess up there Mrs Jenkins,” Lillian called out. She was the lady I saw in the kitchen.Melissa stretched out her hand, with her palm open. “Now, please Lilly!” she demanded.We left the shop, going upstairs. " Benin didn't believe him. The work must have taken him a week of carving, painting and lacquering with God-knows-what he used as a varnish. Even the resourceful GRU Captain couldn't have conjured up varnish or shellac."What did you use?" she asked him."Oh, that?" he tried to sound off-hand, "the wood is seasoned fir. The paint is office ink and the lacquer is my special secret formula, a mixture of pine, used sump and diesel oils. But it has to be blended just so." Benin sniffed, it reeked of. " Go for it," Jane said, digging into the box with her shirt. She realized that Russell could reach over and touch her privates if he wanted—she was bent over that way—and decided she didn't care. Russell didn't bother her anymore."Jane Myers," Russell said, "are you busy tonight?" What!" said Jane, standing bolt upright. She stared at him."You heard me," he said. "You're hot. I want you to date me." No!" she said, pulling away.Now it was his turn to gape. "Why not? You like me. I like you.. "What could this man have in store for me in there?" I felt creepy just thinking about all the little critters and winged vermin in that huge building.You will strip here, outside. I looked around me again and saw no sign of life. Shrugging, I did as ordered, removing my clothing. Leave them in the car, you won't be needing them. I couldn't help but stare at the huge barn as I undressed and placed each item in the back seat. When I was completely naked, I stood, not saying anything, just.