Her mother was a pastry chef so her kitchen was basically any chef’s or baker’s wet dream. It was stunning. Even Elizabeth could admit that, altho...gh, allowing her into the kitchen to prepare any sort of dish could lead to causalities. ‘I’m ready to go… Where’s the pie?’ Elizabeth asked, smiling at her mom who had various patches of flour covered skin and looked like she was in a baking frenzy. ‘It’s right here, darling.’ Lorraine smiled as she handed the pie container to her daughter, being. She was standing completely naked and thestranger was treating the situation like it was a normal thing."What? Tribal?" She asked as she ducked behind the bed."Yeah, and why are you hiding," the mystery man said with a smile as heentered the room, "it's nothing I haven't seen before."This didn't make any sense to Hank, as Hayden was a notorious prude...Or was she?"Oh, I see... Is this a little game you want to play?" The mystery manwas now beginning to unbutton his shirt as he stepped closer,. I was being silly I guess.Mike came into the room and closed the door behind him with his foot. He had a whole pile of blankets and stuff in his arms that almost covered his head. He stopped when he didn’t see me and hollered my name. I answered him and he looked relieved when he saw me.He threw the blankets on the floor and tossed me a green ski mask with yellow lines around the eyes nose and mouth. He told me to put it on and he told me not to speak until we were away from this place. Only. Then, when I had just turned eighteen – and remember that at that age we were very different to your generation, getting a kiss from a girl was probably a bigger event than going to bed with one is for a guy today – anyway, at about that time my sister, who was then twenty, got engaged. He was a nice enough bloke, Mum and Dad both liked him and he made an effort to get on with me too – but I suppose seeing him with her, made me begin to think about my sister as a woman, rather than as just my.