At the top was a curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put t...em on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She wasn't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Inside was a table with a mirror for doing hair and. "I'm feeling hungry boys I don't suppose you could rustle me up something to eat?" she said slowly as she lifted her hand and lightly bit her finger.She knew they would have something for her to eat and like bread in an oven something was definitely rising. They both walked into the room and pushed her straight back against the wall. She was trebling with excitement and left it for them to take control as they both started to kiss her on the side of her face, her eyes , her neck, ears and cheek. Then again, I tried to reason, I could have misinterpreted what I’d heard. Yeah, right. I got up, hit rewind and replayed the message until I heard Ty’s words again: ‘We’ve fucked each other, what?, three, four times now?’ There was no misinterpreting that statement. Anger grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. That bitch! Almost without thought, I bounded up the stairs and began packing the rest of my bags. Then I thought better of that decision and began packing hers instead. This was my. Kerri's parents were in the living room reading. Kerri tried to sneak Sheila in but her mother called them into the living room. Her parents had accepted Kerri's lifestyle choice but, like most parents, they liked to know who their daughter was seeing."Hello, I'm Kerri's mother, Dr. Kingston, please call me Joanna and this is my husband, Kyle." Kerri's father was involved in a magazine and looked up for just a second and smiled."Hi, I'm Sheila Lincoln. I just came by to listen to some music.