If this continued, she was going to start giggling. Some women are whores, some are shocked at the thought and some sluts want to be begged to be whor...s. Samantha need be to told who was in charge."Listen, you have one minute to take off your shirt, or else I'm going to throw you out of here and Emily can drive me to where the women are smarter," I said. "You have sixty seconds, starting now."Her mouth opened in shock, but she was smart enough not to say anything. Samantha thought fast, about. But he did say he was going to Cancun,Mexico, for a family wedding, leaving just before we left for a couple of weeks, and would be travelling back to Spain about a week after we got home. But he couldn't get a direct flight back to Spain ( or it was much much more expensive ), so he had an overnight stay in Ireland, and would fly back to Spain via Dublin airport the following day.He was going to book a hotel but Sasha kindly invited him to stay over with us, which he accepted, rather stay in. His nose was squat and wide, and he looked at me underneath a brow furrowed in confusion.“Mr. Carrington, I presume,” I said. “I am here to speak to Mrs. Misk about her husband’s untimely death.”“Are you investigators?” Mr. Carrington asked, his voice filled with utter suspicion.I smiled. “I was a correspondent of Mr. Misk,” I said, casually. Such a lie was easier and easier to bring forth, I had to admit. “He was interested in my technological specifications – I in his library.”“Oh, Wesley,” a. "Oh my God!" Gwen muttered, her eyes locked on the incredible sight."Hey, sshhh! Not so loud!" Bill said in a hissing whisper, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her away from the private peep-show. "Keep your voice down - you want them to know about this after all these years?"He turned back to the hole and raised his hand over it, shutting out the light. Gwen saw now that he kept a small paper plug in the hole to shut out the sight and sound when he was not using it."How in the world.