Sharon pauses realising that she could be seen if she is careless. Noise is not a problem, as Sheila’s orgasmic ramblings will drown out any sound. While the moon is behind some clouds, Sharon moves quickly, ducking under windows along the side of the building and then along the hedge to the secret door. Sure enough, disguised as part of the hedge, is a handle. It turns easily, she opens the door a foot, and then another to accommodate her ample bosom, and squeezes through just as the moon comes out.
This side is in shadow so she can make her way without fear of detection to the nearest window from which light is streaming. Inside are four or maybe five men facing VDU’s. Half hidden are a couple of rows of seated figures, more men she thinks, with their backs to her. Through the half open window, she hears
“L25 sure is a noisy one. Don't ya jus' love a woman who lets the whole neighbourhood know when she’s gettin’ it good!”
”Yeh! I expect like your Jenny’s lettin’ the neighbourhood know right now.”
”Whadda’ ya’ mean?” The first man gets up and takes a swing. A third man in a suit comes over and tells them to shut up and simmer down. “Time to get SS14 on the job. L23 isn’t it? She’s been cooking for an hour and a half now. This should be good.” One of the figures gets to his feet – she still can’t quite see him properly - and moves to the door.
Sharon jumps. “L23, that’s my room! Shit! I’ll be discovered.”
Thu Jul 15 06:01:48 1999
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