Thank goodness it was dark for the most part, Iwas scared to look. I scooted over on the bed againsther, both on our stomachs, to make sure we had bod...contact. I wanted to see if she would jump up. She didnot. I felt her hand rubbing my back and then downacross my lower back, near my rear end. We were bothfully clothed of course. I knew at that point that she was probably not doing itby accident. Without taking my eyes off the TV, I rolledover on my left side, so my crotch was facing her. I. She was crying. "Yes, Mrs. O'Hara. I heard." She came to the chesterfield and knelt. That brought her head down to the same level as Megan's. She held Megan's head in her hands. Amy brought her face close to Megan's face and gently kissed her cheek. "Oh, Megan, I'm so sorry. I really screwed up this time. Please forgive me." The two young women embraced. "When I got home last night, I thought for a long time. Then I talked to my mum. After all, she's known Greg his whole life. She's his older. Finally he found a light switch and as in for a shock. The room he'd found was at least the size of the entire basement above, a good 30'x40 feet and it looked to be the lair of some mad scientist. As it turned out...Friedrich Mauz was a lesser known Nazi scientist, and psychiatrist, who had worked on secret Nazi mind control programs. The Russians had scooped him up, but then the American CIA smuggled him out where he'd been a part of their investigation of the effects of LSD for extended time. While that was a relief to Mark, the mask that hid his hurt slipped that evening when Marsha yelled across the kitchen, “Table four has sent back their steaks. Overcooked for the rare they asked for. Come on Mark we have to do better than that.”And Jenna watched Mark go pale and grip the edge of the bench, not in rage, but seeming supporting himself as if he expected to be knocked over by Marsha’s words. Knowing he had been okay with Luigi’s robust kitchen manner, Jenna realised Marsha had just.