" and we kept talking about woodworking. The wooden kind. I heard your gears grinding. He tried so valiantly to keep the conversation, but his eyes ju...t kept wandering back to the sight through the blinds. He was trying his best to be discreet, taking glances when I would look away, but I was watching through my peripheral vision.I decided to go to the restroom at the end of the hall. I closed the door all but a very small crack. As I peeked down the hall, I saw him quietly get off the couch. "They've read me."I stared at her as though she had lost her mind, then turned back to scanthe faces, just to see if I had misinterpreted the looks on them. Theexpressions ranged from disgust (mothers with small children), to outrage(old ladies), to covert admiration (single men), to undisguised lust(teenage boys) - exactly the span of reactions one would expect from thecrowds when a girl so obviously from the wrong side of the tracks invadesthis bastion of chic, trendy, wholesome 'Family. She quickly runs to Annie and grasps her wrist with all her might, dragging her away. She comes to a wall, she has nowhere to go. She screams, ‘Help, anybody, please HELP!’ ‘Shh, shh what’s wrong, hun?’ Mary’s eyes squinted open to see, not Him, but Grant. Not completely sure of what was real, she pleaded with him to help her. ‘Mary sweetie, it was a dream. You’re just fine. We fell asleep watching TV.’ She became aware her nose was pressed hard against his chest and she was gripping his shirt. A woman definitely moaned. Was someone hurt? Then he heard Cindy's voice. "That is so hot" she said. Her voice sounded husky... grown up somehow. It was all coming from Melody's room. But where was Mark?There was a groan from the room. A male groan. Heat began to build in Chuck's chest. Could the girls have invited the strange male over for fun and games while Daddy was gone? He began to move forward. If that bastard was in there with his prick stuffed in Melody again, someone was going to die..