The primary objective right now was to get the girl away from his house and away from his increasingly confused sister who was not entirely clear abou...t her reason for being in the basement.His only other means of transportation was the old motorbike in the garage that had the sidecar attached to it like some World War II relic of a bygone era. He put the googles and the helmet on the girl and then pressed the button that raised the garage door.The light that streamed in strained his eyes at. She switched on the light - we still had the curtains closed all the time to conserve heat - and sat down on the arm of the sofa.She glared at me."The postman has been, and I want a word with you, sunshine!" Now what have I done?"She waved an envelope at me; I could tell at a glance that it was Jen's writing."Oh god, she's not pregnant is she?" No, you goon, and she hasn't had time to have her period, so she wouldn't know yet, would she? She tells me that she could hardly walk the next day, and. ?I don’t know, I thought we’d go to our hotel first at least,? the blonde explained. ?Do they—am I gonna have to see a guy tonight? That’s kind of soon Malia.? ?I don’t think they’ll send you out tonight,? Malia replied. ?But they’re gonna want us to work Sam. I told you, once or twice a night. Other than that we’ll have the entire day to do what we want.? ?I know?I’m just?I don’t know, this is all just a little crazy, I still can’t believe I’m doing this,? Samantha said. . John was completely curious and ask me a multitude of questions as we continued to drink. He clearly found the idea intriguing. A month later I received a text that simply read “I wanna see. Wife’s out of town.” That weekend we met again over drinks and he shared with me that his wife was out of town and if Inwanted to “have the run of her closet.” No doubt. So we finished our drinks and I followed him home.We pulled in front of his house and I grabbed my bag out of my trunk with my things. We.