"What's sauce for the goose is..."She was visibly disturbed. She had no intention of pretending or otherwise to be an adulteress.Marsdale poured some ...tiff drinks and brought one over to her.They sat and chatted while Alyce nervously sipped the glass of straight scotch, and before she knew it the glass was empty. Clay watched her closely.He moved in quickly. "Another drink, my dear?" he asked."No, thanks. I rarely drink. Well, all right, but just a small one this time, it's still afternoon."The. It had been a weekend of adventure for all of us, exciting but busy and tiring. I crept out of bed and had a shower before poking my head round the bedroom door and announcing I was going to make breakfast. Fay’s hand wafted a lazy acknowledgement before her head sank back into the pillow. I knew there was no rush as I wandered downstairs and retrieved my bathrobe from where I had discarded it. I made coffee and sat patiently waiting for any sign of activity from upstairs. Finally, I heard. He heard footsteps echoing down the hallway outside the room, Damon backed into the bookcase and grabbed at a book or anything he could use as a weapon when to his surprise he found himself falling down a hole that resembled a laundry chute, after falling for what seemed like hours, he landed in a dusty room with one door and a gold chest on the floor.He walked over to the chest and opened it, in the chest was a book with gold lettering on it the words were in Spanish he couldn’t make out many. I thought this was it, I was undone but she brought me under the blankets while they worked on me into her soft bosom. They were saying something about not being able to give me any sedatives but who could care, I had my sisters breasts pressing into me. Boy was I messed up, all that carnage and blood and god the pain seemed almost unbearable unless I looked at her angelic face. Hours later the reports were done, paramedics away and some of my father's buddies had come over to make sure we.