She stepped over a large plastic bucket of paint and stumbled. As she fell forward, I instinctively reached out and grabbed at her, catching her by he... blazer. “Thanks,” she said, as she regained her balance. “Like I said, it’s a tight squeeze, so be careful.” I stepped over the same bucket and into the hallway that lead to two additional storage rooms. She followed me as I peeked into each room. I turned, not realizing she was standing right behind me. “I’m sorry,” I remarked after bumping. I figured it would take me three days to finish but I was going to milk it for the whole five. Three women ran the place. There were two spinster sisters in their seventies, the Mc Garrett’s, who had been there fifty years. The third lady was in her thirties and could have been good looking, I guess, but instead had decided to follow the Mc Garrett girls lead and dress like a librarian. Her name was Rebecca Palmer and she wore knee length skirts and frilly satin blouses with a frumpy sweater.. He said quietly to the simian, “Guard.” It hopped off his shoulder and sat beside the woman’s head.Removing his wand from his side, he then moved down the long hall to the other end and the room where he had found other life signs. He dropped a ‘no see me’ spell on himself and stepped through the doorway and then to his left and blended into the wall.He observed the six men sitting around a table eating. Typical soldiers, he assessed. He had seen and interacted with enough of them at the Palace. Detroit-tigers.really-suck called "Minnesota Twins."Man, am I pissed off. It was about some stupid, pathetic baseball team. I would call it something else too, but you seemed to have said it all with that. It wasn't at all about sex nor did I see anything about any twins. No hot blonde twins. No hot redhead twins. No hot latina twins. Nothing. Just baseball. You get me all hot and bothered about screwing a couple of hot twin girls and you give me nothing. NO FUCKING FAIR, ASSHOLE!!!!!Let me.