I looked back at Lisa, beads of sweat on her brow and her broad shoulders, her boobs straining under her crop top. She laughed, "Eyes up, mister. You'...e not here for me, are you?"She was right of course and I turned my head in time to see Joanne arrive, I walked over and hugged her. Joanne was everything Lisa wasn't, physically at least. She was about five foot one, with a slender frame and would perhaps struggle to adequately fill an A cup. Her smile and pretty face, coupled with her. Those eyes are older than the rest, she thought.Just then a heavy plodding thundered through the kitchen. Looking around wildly, she calmed down after seeing the girls laugh at her wide-eyed concern. Then, coming through a door obviously connected to the basement, came the largest man she had ever seen. Easily sic-foot-three tall, he must have weighed well over two hundred and forty pounds. His neck seemed to be missing, as his shoulders simply glided up to his head. Since he was wearing shorts. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow.Even just a. The closet. There has to be something in there. What the HELL? I can't wear an evening gown. Not even a pair of sweats or anything? I was on the verge of going all the way back downstairs, when I spotted my silky, thigh length, white bathrobe hanging behind the door. It was one of those like you find at Victoria Secret's. It had little rose flower prints all over it and lace trim along the collar and around the bottom. So I figured, "What the Hell, at least it'll be better then wearing a.