Major Howard:Vera's candidate was a sweet-faced woman with freckles and very light red hair -- or maybe she was blonde with a reddish tinge, I don't k...ow much about these things. As with Myra, the display was that of an eighteen-year-old; I tried and failed to age her mentally. "How old are you?"The woman looked disconcerted. "Thirty-two."Vera grinned. "Don't let him rattle you!"The face said she was heavy -- but then, so did the three dimensional simulation rotating before me. On the other. Fran got the hint and got three beach towels laying them on the floor like spokes on a wheel.Dinner was stew served in three soup mugs with handles. I had to say, “Rick, please sit here” as he seemed totally unsure of what to do with himself. He sat. I set his bowl down, got mine and put 3 dinner rolls on a plate in the center of our towel table. Fran and I sat with our knees forward and spread out enough to show our pussies. No matter how Rick moved his dick was in the way. I had his back. It smeared some blood on my fingertip, but did little else. I must have been seeing things. The event was kind of stressful, and god knows the brain reacts weird to stress sometimes. I wrote it off and continued watching the program, certain it was just an overactive imagination. That still doesn’t explain what happened later that evening. I must have dozed off watching TV, but I distinctly remember something in the back of my mind talking. Probably the person narrating the program. He was. "You think she'll be here?" Bethany asked."Let's find out," Lukas said, and unlocked the door.He flipped on a light switch, and looked around the room. Grace's travel bag still lay on one of the beds. There was no sign of anyone.Bethany peeked under each of the beds. As she stood up, Lukas faced her. She stopped."Well?" he asked."What?" she asked, nervously."Is she hiding under the bed?" Lukas asked. Bethany shook her head. Lukas smiled, and looked under each of the beds himself. Both beds were.