I took way to damn long to think and got so distracted. Why does that always happen? Fuck me. Well, I guess I’ll go up to the room now. And have som... fun. With that lingering thought, she smiles widely to herself, her glass of wine empty. I guess I was drinking as I thought. She heads back upstairs to her room.She shuts the door behind her, locking it before slipping out of the borrowed sweatpants and sweater. She paces naked over to the four poster bed, pulling back on the curtains and raising. “I asked you a question! Answer me!” This was some kind of sick game, I realised, but one I had to play if I wanted to have a place here. “No, Catherine,” I answered meekly, “I didn’t.” “Thought so,” she sneered, “now clean it up.” I tried to take a step, but she still held me. If anything, her grip became tighter. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Fetching a paper towel.” “No need for that, use your tongue.” For a moment I halted, surprised. I had expected she was leading up to some sort of. "Let's get some water on the boil. Oh Dave, this is my sister, Yvonne, and that's, Chrissy, my daughter and, George, her son. I'd introduce you to our men, but they buggered off almost as soon as we got here, probably to the bar." The beers good," I said. "But it's way too early for me." Same for us," said Yvonne. "Suppose we should just be grateful they agreed to bring us," she said with an infectious grin."Are you twins?" I asked hesitantly, aware I was getting into dangerous territory with. He quickly went to put some shorts on and from a spare room peered out again. The light was gone. He was just about to go cuddle with Kari when the light again shone in the yard.He called the police. The first thought as he spoke to the dispatcher was was that slimy thorn in his side Eric. He had been trespassed from the property earlier, but he knew that a piece of paper didnt mean a thing. He wondered whether to wake Kari, but thought better of it. Best to let the police take care of it. He.