“Are you going to print the pictures?” I asked.“I took over two hundred pictures, “Shane replied, “I will print them all, if you want me to;...I can use the printer at work.”“Won’t anyone at work see the pictures?” Christy asked.“I will be discreet,” Shane smiled, “I am the head guy in the photo department.”“I would be so embarrassed if other people at your work saw them,” Christy replied.Shane asked us to choose our fifty favorite pictures and he would print them for us, but we would have the. Janey nodded, "I guess I should have asked you?" Marissa shook her head, "No...it's your house. I didn't mean to make you go out and buy something for me." Janey came from behind the desk, "You didn't. I just know that having your own bed and privacy is nice..would be nice." Marissa leaned against the doorframe, her eyes dark as she looked at her. "What?" she asked, coming to stand in front of her. "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," she admitted. "It won't." Marissa shrugged as if. Tracy was a tease, but this was over the top even for her. The brunette instinctively tried the door only to find it locked.“Occupied.” Tracy called out from her side of the plywood barrier.Pressing her ear against the door Alison could hear the sounds of garments rustling and Tracy’s endless giggling. “Don’t tear it! I haven’t even paid for it yet!” the blond fussed.Alison knocked on the closed door.No answer. Only the faint echo of Tracy’s voice as she conversed with the man. “This is such a. Regardless of pace, the two sounds were on a collision course.Finally, the man stepped into view, entering from the far side of thebarn door. He looked fairly young, maybe the eldest son. He had noweapons in hand. He offered no threat. I lunged forward anyway.Given the distance, I couldn't get to the man before he could see me,even as quick as I was. The flicker of movement pulled his gaze myway and then the dark shadow of terror fell over his face. At thesame time, he jerked his hands up.