"Did we do that?" She just smiled back at him. "I'll take point. You cover me," she said. Liv was about to flip on the flashlight mounted under the ba...rel when Finn shook his head. She nodded and stepped into the darkness of the mineshaft. Both crouched low and moved slowly, allowing their eyes adjust to the darkness."Ewww," she said in a whisper, her voice filled with disgust. "I think I stepped in someone's liver or something." That's gross. Stop doing that." I wasn't trying, promise." Their. I grew up in New York City in the early twentieth century. My mother and father ran a business that made "foundations". No, not building foundations, but women's undergarments. My mother was very talented. Not only did many of the city's upper class wear her undergarments, but many of the women who worked in burlesque and other theatres sought her out to design and sew their costumes, what little there was of them. I grew up around girdles, garters belts, corsets, brassieres, and all of the. She bit her lip and nearly jumped out of her skin when her boss called her into his office. Tension was so high, she didn’t even notice that he had called her by her first name. She pulled on her black shoes the square heels giving her height nature hadn’t. She needed to look professional for this job and five foot two with ample curves just wasn’t in the job description. He cursed himself, why had he called her by her first name, now she would know something was wrong. Standing would only. He had walked into the rude summer kitchen, crudely put up by a non-carpenter, probably Lem Clagett himself, and there was the sprawled body, the dead woman. She looked like a girl. Slim, narrow hipped, her dark blonde hair fanned out above her face. He reached down and closed the eye he could see, and then he had looked at the bloody stump of her left arm. There wasn't much left, a very clean cut.What had he seen? He had helped to bury them and even said a few words over the grave since no one.