There were giggles again. It was definitely one or more females, he thought, though that didn't allay his fears any. The infected women were worse tha... the men in London. They'd tear your face off in a heartbeat. He went closer. There was a long passageway at the top of the stairs, one side looking down over the gigantic library downstairs, and a plethora of massive oak doors on the other. He stepped towards the first one and opened it slowly. A bathroom. No-one in there. The second was a. This went on for weeks as I would catch her getting in and out of the shower until one night I caught her staring at herself in the mirror as she started rubbing her breasts. Next she started looking for something as she opened the draws. We she did next will be in my head forever,she pulled this round handle brush out and moved out of view.I thought she was brushing her hair but then I see her lay out a towel and laid down on her back. She was so close to my view hole I thought she could see. He grabbed what he found, climbed down, and went back into the house.Elena came down to the kitchen to make drinks. George laid out what he had found. There was a small pair of pink knickers, obviously worn, and damp with the evening air. There was a six inch tan-coloured dildo, a box of tissues, and a small white carrier bag with an empty bottle of Sprite, and three empty Sainsburys bakery bags, each with a label on that said “Gingerbread Man – 1” on it. And that was all.“Well, we know she. We’d then meet up later to split the proceeds. In one short afternoon we made over four hundred quid; more money than I’d ever seen before. Then we traipsed round to her dealer to pick up some hash and some pills. I was young, I was green, and I was so na?ve but I was having my eyes opened and fast. When the hash pipe was passed round I once again tried to say no, but not very hard, and I was soon coughing away as the harsh smoke seared at my lungs. An hour later, my mind reeling, we were back.