‘Anyway, thanks for letting me look.’ ‘No problem.’ I was about to move on to the next table when he said, ‘D’you want to go for some coff...e? The hospitality room’s down the hall, and I’ve been sitting here for hours.’ I thought for a second and said okay. He told everyone he’d be back in a few minutes, then turned over his name sign on the table and came around to my side. We walked down to the hospitality room not really talking. When I saw a couple of the more famous guests kicking back, I. I'd blown my chances of ever getting inside her panties, and would probably have to look for a new flat pretty quickly once Dad was told. But the next day, to my surprise, it was as if nothing had happened. I couldn't detect any change in her at all at breakfast. But when Dad had gone to work she changed into a shorter skirt and then proceeded to do the stairs again. "Do you like it?" she asked. And without saying anything much in reply, I went up the stairs and put my hands around her waist. That would be a fair initial reaction to what I just told you. But there is more to me than that and I hope that you will realize it after reading what I have to say. And if you don’t, that’s OK; I am not looking for your validation anyway. Without further ado, let’s get on with the story. The plan was airtight. We worked it out over the course of two months and really grinded out the smallest details. We knew their daily schedules by heart and could recite at any time where each family member. "Katie nodded and said, "We'll keep our eyes open."Cassie and I rode over to the new people. They were just standing there, staring at us. "Howdy, folks," I said."Hello," the man said. "I'm Tim Gray and this is my wife, Sally, and my son, Jason, and my daughter, Cindi." It's nice to meet you folks. I'm Ed Hill and this is my wife, Cassie. Where are you folks from?" We're from Detroit. Right now, we seem to be lost." Have you seen anyone else since you've been lost, Tim?" I asked."No, you're the.