She began to remove her blouse, the same blouse she had worn since that Friday she was kidnapped, although now it was dirty, wrinkled and smelled. She...hadn’t bathed since that Friday morning. She took off her blouse and handed it to Master. Then she removed her skirt and handed that to him as well. She stood beside the table clad only in her bra and panties now.“Everything, slut. Take it all off.” Master said, making a rolling motion with his finger indicating she was to hurry up. She looked at. " She smiled for the first time and said, "I'm Carolyn. Mrs. Maines loves to call me Cook, because that's what everybody around here calls me. I was called Cook in the Navy for twenty years, and now I prefer it to my real name.David, it is a pleasure to meet you, sir. Thank you for what you did for the Maines family. It was very brave and noble if you ask me."Cook was in her early fifties, stout with a friendly smile, and a strong grip. Something told me she was here for more than her culinary. The incongruence of clothes cast asunder in this idyllic setting only fed the lust I felt for her. This was new and felt adventurous, it was my reason to settle here and be a different me. Perpetrating our crime of passion, nothing else mattered. The excitement fed the intense need of my body and it stole my breath.She stopped to admire me. Unable to move, I watched as her eyes darted with the scrutiny of an artist. She looked into my eyes, her face etched with mischievous grin as her lips. She took a deep breath and began to climb the steep steps. With her hands pressed against the walls beside her, she carefully placed one bare foot in front of the other. She used her hands to help guide her through the dark stairwell. She now regretted not going back to her bedroom for a flashlight and a pair of sandals. Oh well, it's too late now. she thought to herself. She just hoped that she wouldn't step on something and injure herself.Despite having the attic door open, Krystina could.