"Think about it," I said. "What would happen if you were in a hole andyou kept digging." The hole would get deeper," he said."And would that make it e...asier or harder to get out of the hole?" Harder, I guess." Now let me ask you this," I continued. "What do you think is thefastest way to get out of that dress. Acting like a stubborn little boydigging away at that hole with all his might. Or acting like a daintylittle girl who needs to be rescued?" Like a girl." He couldn't bring himself to. Lauren relayed what she felt Elizabeth wanted to hear, sipping her coffee in between sentences. Slumped in the chair, she put her feet on another and lazily reached behind for a pack of biscuits."Yes, I think we're OK for money. I've used your credit card - the blue and white one - for shopping and petrol. Oh yes, the car needed fixing - air conditioning." She munched again, her attention drifting from the conversation to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. "No sign of Quintero - I call him. The fact I couldn't hear much of anything spoke volumes. I'd have expected to hear the continued sounds of laughter, their talking, and their normal, typical female silliness as I saw it happening inside. There was none of that.I knocked. One tap, and then two quick ones.Long ago Kris and I had agreed upon a signal alerting each of us as to who was outside the door. Though there wasn't any real concern about mom and dad coming back for any reason, especially as they'd left well over an hour ago. .. ?"The three of them sat down in the living room by the lower coffee table and started to exchange ideas. It was not easy for Nicolas to keep focus because the dinner wishes of the girls were sounding very naughty to say the least and Nicholas his hand was holding his crotch and squeezing his cock to discourage it from standing up."Ok Nicolas, what do you suggest we use as a kind of food glue, so the foods do not fall off so easily and especially not when we do what we do?" Sabrina wanted to.