- sitting there, all puckered up
- there was this guy there
- surreptitiously unbutton the top of your shirt
- It was implied.
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If I went back the way I’d come I’d end up in the rocket surgery with Jim, the Professor’s girlfriend, and the remains of poor Absinthia. I hated the thought of seeing her sitting there, all puckered up and bloody, so I began to search for another exit. There were no other visible doors, but perhaps there was a hidden passageway. I ran my hands along the walls, feeling for seams, and eavesdropping on Jim’s conversation.
“But who was that guy?” asked a feminine voice, probably the Professor’s one-legged girlfriend.
“What guy?” drawled Jim.
“When I got here with the ransom note, there was this guy there with your sisters!” the woman said. “I saw him!”
“I didn’t see a guy,” Jim lied. Whatever his reasons for lying, he was doing me a favor. I kept up my search. Maybe he was in on the Professor’s kidnapping.
“Don’t you surreptitiously unbutton the top of your shirt at me, Jim,” the woman said. “I’m not going to be distracted by your muscles and all of your sexy chest hair. You can’t seduce your way out of this one.”
“Who says I’m trying to seduce you?” Jim purred.
“It was implied. By the striptease. And by the way you’ve got your hands on my hips now.” She sounded distracted.
“I’d never use sex as a distraction,” Jim said. “Truly.”
I heard kissing noises.
Just then my fingers found a hidden button near the top of the wall, which, when pressed, caused a panel to slide open, revealing a fire pole. The problem was I was standing at the base of it. I peered up into the darkness above, trying to gauge how high it was and whether I had the strength to climb it.
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