The coffee began to help and I began to suspect Mrs Kemp was not quite the dear old soul I’d imagined and may not be telling me the whole truth.All ...I could do in the meantime was play along with her.Then, while I was in the kitchen getting some lunch together, I spotted a phone. I realised how simple it would be to give my folks a call!I picked it up and went to dial; but I could hear Mrs Kemp already on the line; in conversation with a man and what I heard was staggering!She was outlining the. As soon as we entered his room he locked the door behind us, took me by the shoulders and kissed me hard. I pushed away but he pulled me back. He was about six-two and really well built. He had light brown hair and a face you would expect to see on the cover of a romance novel. My husband is five-ten and pretty average. Larry sat me down on the edge of the bed and sat next to me. I knew that I should scream and run but I was mesmerized. I was like a deer caught in headlights. Larry did not say. Thus, during this time of panic, anything that held even a remote possibility of being a catalyst for escape was to be welcomed. Susan ran a hand over the button's surface, contemplating giving it an experimental push. She could feel her hand ready to apply the final pressure to activate whatever the button may activate, when the screen monitor suddenly flashed up in huge red letters, the phrase:DON'T PUSH THE BUTTONThis was followed by a digital timer appearing on screen just below the. After a few more slurps, the teens heard one of the faucets turn on in the bathroom behind them, jarring both of them back to reality. Jake’s zipper was barely up, and Candice stood back up and wiped her lips with a thumb as they heard the door of the women’s restroom open.“Hey Jake,” his sister called out as she crossed the threshold of the bathroom into the hallway.Candice, who was still facing Jake, looked at him and non-verbally asked him “Is my makeup still good?”Jake gave her a cursory.