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white where a bikini had kept the sun away. There were faint, reddish patches on her breasts and shoulders and thighs. Dad, Kyle thought, must've made those.
        Dad, for sure, had done the number on her face. The face had been pounded pretty good. A cheek was red and swollen, and one eye was swollen almost shut.
        'I always put the best-looking babes in 115,' Dad whispered. 'Sometimes, they're just for looking. This one checked in by herself. When they do that, sometimes they get the treatment. What do you think?' he asked.
        Kyle muttered, 'Neat.'
        He gazed at the writhing woman, hardly able to breathe. He felt trapped inside his jeans, his rigid penis threatening to ejaculate. It was the way he'd felt in Darcy's room just before he rushed out.
        But some of the urgency drained away as his father eased him aside. The man crouched for a moment, then stood up and twisted a pair of latches near the top of the mirror's frame. Just below the latches were two metal handles. Dad gripped them and pushed the mirror outward. Stepping over a foot-high section of wall he entered the room, carrying the mirror in front of him.
        'Come on in,' Dad said.
        Amy made quiet whiny noises.
        Kyle stepped into the room.
        She stopped squirming. She watched him with wide eyes.
        Dad propped the mirror against the wall near the opening to the secret room. Then he put a hand on Kyle's shoulder. 'She's all yours, son. I'll be back in an hour.'
        Dad went out through the regular door.
        Kyle stared at the naked, sweaty body.
         This can't be happening, he thought. He felt as if his father had taken him by the hand and led him into a dream - an amazing, erotic dream that was too wonderful to be true.
         It's not a dream, he told himself.
         I'm really here.
         And I've got an hour.
        As fast as he could, Kyle took off his clothes.
        
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        In spite of her humiliation and anger at being seen half naked by Kyle, Darcy was glad to have the jacket. From neck to waist, at least, she felt warm.
        Greg met her just before she reached the dock.
        Now, if he'd been the one to show up at the grotto…
         I'm sure feeling lively, she thought, and smiled at him. 'How's it going?' she asked.
        'Not bad. There's a fellow with Tom who said he'd stick with him on the way out.'
        'Okay, good. How would you like to take up the rear and keep an eye out for stragglers?'
        'Fine.'
        'I'll get the other flashlight from Beth. Here, you take this one.' She gave it to him. 'It's the stronger of the two. It should be good enough to keep things fairly bright for everyone.'
        'We ought to count noses before we start out.'
        Darcy nodded. Then she faced the group and called for attention. 'In just a minute,' she said, 'we'll start for the elevators. But I want to give you some instructions first. Most of you came down here with friends or family. I want you to stay close to those you came with. Hold hands or something so you don't lose each other. Any of you who came alone, step up to the front right now, and we'll make sure you get a partner.'
        Several people started working their way forward. They gathered in front of Darcy. One was Kyle. Four of the others looked around, formed pairs, and introduced themselves to their new companions.
        'Why don't I be your partner,' Kyle said to Darcy.
        'That'd leave somebody out,' she told him. 'Who's still alone?' she asked.
        A girl raised her hand.
        A blonde with a pony tail. She looked fifteen or sixteen. Darcy wondered what a girl that age was doing on the tour without her parents. 'What's your name?' she asked.
        'Paula Whitmore,' the girl answered.
        'Okay, Paula. Do you want to pair up with this young man?'
        She looked at Kyle, smiled and nodded. 'Sure. If it's all right