"I don't like tanning this way; it leaves too many lines on me. Do you have a problem if I took off my top so I can tan better?"Was she really asking ...e this!"No problem sis, do whatever you like. Don't mind me."Standing up, she took off her top in front of me, and hesitating a little she drew down her bikini bottom."Might as well do it properly, you don't mind do you?" No it's ok." I said calmly.Five more minutes and I guess she could not take it any more. She just exploded:"What the hell is. Mr. Salvador sighed again loudly. "There's two ways we could do this." He concluded. "Number one, I tell your story to Mr. Scott and he takes this whole thing over. You're asked to comply and for both your safety and the safety of others, he'll find a way to get you to tell him." He then, uncharacteristically, took his eyes off of mine and looked at the ceiling. "Number two, you leave right now, considering we didn't just have a conversation and I haven't seen you since your exam."Relief washed. I wondered if I could put an unnoticeable pinhole through that wall (pinholes and marks were common in our house of five k**s), and be able to see into the other bathroom. When no one was around, I pushed a tiny nail through the wall of the new bath to the window of the old. Then, looking through and not being able to see much, I gradually widened the hole on my side without affecting the pinhole on the other, until I could see perfectly! Nobody ever opened the curtain over that window, I. I tried to stand, but slipped back down to the chair.Wendy stood and came over to me, ?Oh poor Jeremy. I guess I forgot to tell you that Ambien and alcohol don’t mix. Seems it can intensify the effects.? Anything else she said was lost in the fog that was quickly coming over me. I made one more effort to gain my feet, but to no avail and I slid into a dark stupor.==============================================================================Sometime later I awoke to darkness. My head was.