Where...?She heard a muffled laugh from on high and looked up. A folding ladder built into a ceiling trap door was there, leading to the attic. A sw...ying string dangled down invitingly.Swallowing nervously, she moved to the side and pulled on the string. The trap door opened and the ladder came down smoothly. There was light from up there, and the voices had quieted.She called up: "Mike?" and started to climb the ladder, suddenly aware that raising her arms in this fashion caused her dress. Kristina walks behind him and start to rub the cream on his shoulder. How dose that feel? Great. He turns his head to speak to her and when he dose she kisses him. Oh, I don’t know what just came over me, I’ve never just up and kissed a guy I’ve just met. It’s all right, I liked it. You did? Yes. She starts to rub his chest. Mike relaxes more. He stands up and walks around to her. Mike takes her firmly in his arms and starts to kiss while squeezing her firm ass. Kristina lifts her right leg up. McConnel looked at her kindly, and she didn’t think he knew who she really was. Her throat hurt, and she couldn’t taste the food over the salt of tears. She will miss them all. She’ll miss this place so much. When they were mostly done eating, Joe’s father clinked his spoon to his water glass. ‘Ahem, quiet down, people, I want to say a few words.’ Everyone hushed and looked at him expectantly. Leanne’s heart hammered in her chest. She didn’t do well at situations like these. Her cheeks. Ralph does a little bit of everything but the way Mollie has it set up we call him the knocker." Oh, he's the one that keeps track of the time," I said, remembering, "before the knock on the door." What's in those boxes Mollie sent you?" Those are the current records. I keep the books for her, Laura divulged. "She sent the portable typewriter too."I was taken back, never having thought about a brothel keeping records. Laura sensed my apprehension."We have to keep records for the stockholders..