We met this other couple, about our age. The woman's name was Bess an she was in her early fifties, attractive, blonde hair, "D" cup titties, big blue...eyes, dynamite ass and real pretty face.Her husbands name was Pete. We hit it off real well and they were drinking as heavy as us and we were all getting a real good drunk on. Both women were flirting with every man in the club. There were these four twenty something guys that started hanging around and flirting back with our women. The sexual. He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??. Maybe, likemy mother, she'd be more modest and wouldn't want a stranger, even her owndaughter's maid, handling the intimate clothes she wore next to her body.I swung open her bedroom door and surveyed her room. For one thing, Mrs.Andrews' bed was not made. In fact, it was a mess. The sheets looked likesomeone had had a fight in them. Then, I saw them. Lying in a pile on theside of the bed nearest to the bathroom. The unmistakable fabric of awoman's lingerie. Nylon.I walked around to that. "Thank you for the life you gave me, love your sister, Claire." Okay, who wants some cake?" the older woman asked after the ritualended."I do, I do," the young girl shouted."See there, mom, she's still a lot like me," Kathryn told her mother."That, she is," the older woman said.The young girl helped bring life to the stately Windham manor. It was awell-kept place. It was the envy of high-society people in town. Theolder woman felt it was her mission in life to keep the manor in goodorder,.