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It started out innocently enough: just two guys heading up north for a weekend of fishing. Rick and Alan were as close as two men could get. Same hobbies, same quirks and habits…even the same girlfriends on a few occasions!
But this time, something was different. A sexy pair of girls had set up camp just down the beach, and it was driving them crazy!
Alan met his bitter gaze across the dancing firelight, and offered him a rueful shrug. “Looks like we’re not gonna get much sleep tonight,” he conceded with a grin. “Maybe we should go down and introduce ourselves! No reason we should be sitting here suffering all night, is there?”
Rick glared across the fire and vigorously shook his head. “We wouldn’t be welcome, mate,” he advised with a disgusted sigh. “When I went down to wash out the frying pan, I caught sight of ’em making out in the bushes.”
Alan sat up straighter and stared at him in surprise. “They’re lesbians? Cool!”
“What’s so cool about it?” Rick retorted. “They’re over there snuggling away, and we’re sitting here horny as hell with no way to cure it!”
Alan was horny, too—Rick could see the distinctive bulge in his tight shorts as he dropped down nearby and cradled the icy beer can in his large hands.
He tried not to look in Alan’s direction…
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Quickly Chelsea closed the door behind her, then crossed over to the noisy shower. Before her courage could falter, she slid the translucent panel aside, and stepped inside.
Chase jumped half a mile when she curled both arms around his lean waist, then spun around in shocked surprise. “Chelsea! What the hell are you doing in here?”
Her fascinated gaze dropped unerringly down. “Wow!” she gasped. Up close, it was even bigger than she’d thought!
He jolted, and instinctively splayed his hand over himself. “What are you doing in here?” he insisted, taking a hasty step back. “You shouldn’t be in here!”
Slowly she looked back up at him, and rising excitement swallowed the last dregs of her shivery nerves. A teasing grin curved her lips. “I thought maybe you needed someone to wash your back…or your front. You said yourself that you wanted to start a family.” She pressed against him, and nearly moaned with delight. “I do, too! I want to have a baby…I want to have your baby!”
** The exciting sequel to “Swingers” and “The Fake ID” **
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It wasn’t the first time she’d felt like she was being watched as she made her cautious way down the quiet, empty street. But this time, she was sure that she saw a flicker of movement in the deep shadows.
Toni tried to keep her movements casual as she slid a hand into her hoodie pocket. The butt of her small handgun felt sturdy and comforting against her palm.
Yes, someone was definitely there. Prudently she stepped out of the dim lamplight, so that her own movements were harder to track, and eased the gun from her pocket. A girl couldn’t be too careful these days, even in a little nowhere town like Promise, Montana. Especially not when the girl was an exotic dancer, and made her living swinging her tits for crowds of hooting, lustful men!
“I know you’re there.” She was absurdly proud that her voice didn’t shake as she issued the bold challenge, because her knees were banging together like maracas! “Come out and face me like a man.”
She was sure that she heard a swift intake of breath. Then dead leaves rustled a little…and a cautious hand, fingers spread wide to show that it was empty, emerged from the dark gap between the two dingy buildings. It was followed by another empty hand…and then the gangly body of a teenage boy. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, I swear. So you can put your gun away again.” His voice cracked a little as he gulped nervously.
She kept it in plain view anyway. “Why were you following me?”
A surprisingly beautiful smile lit his dirty face. “You’re pretty,” he said, angling his head to study her. “Even when you dress like me, in grubby sweats so that no one can see you real good, you’re pretty. I just want to make sure you get home safe, that’s all.”
That rocked her a little.
Who was he? Where did he live? Why did he look like he hadn’t had a decent meal, or a bath, in weeks? And why had he decided to become her protector?
A funny little jolt ricocheted through Toni’s stomach. Was she crazy? She wasn’t planning to have sex with Drew. She was no cradle-robber. He might be eighteen...but he was too young, she was too old. Either way she fit the pieces together, they just weren’t going to click neatly into place.
But there was no denying that she was…well, curious. And wasn’t that natural enough? The music and the dancing always made her horny. It had been months since she’d taken a man to her bed. The battery-powered toys tucked into her nightstand were adequate to the task, but left so much to be desired!
Nothing—absolutely nothing—felt as incredible as a man’s heavy body rising and falling over hers as he plunged into her with lusty abandon…
He’d do his job—but no one had said that it had to be in a stuffy, sultry classroom. So when he decided to take the kids on a clandestine field trip to the nearby national park, he was elevated from ‘jerk’ to ‘hero’ in one brilliant move. That was cool; he could live with that.
What he didn’t count on was the unbridled lust that tore him apart when pretty April started wandering along with him. Could he protect her from the ruffians that hung around her seedy apartment building, and still manage to keep his own eager hands off her sexy body?
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His traitorous hand moved of its own accord, and slid down her fiery hair. Quickly he pulled it back, and shoved it into his pocket. Maybe it would help disguise the rigid lump energetically jutting up against his zipper.
Don’t go there, Thad. She’s forbidden.
But his stomach churned at the thought of this pretty girl having to spend so much time alone in a rough neighborhood.
“It’s okay.” She forced a reassuring smile. “We’ve got nothing anyone would want, so they won’t break in and steal anything.”
They’d want you. Thad felt another unbearable surge of hunger sweep through his long body, and did his best to ignore it. Students were off-limits, period. End of story. No exceptions, no appeal.
“I’ll drive you home. Will you run ahead and tell the other kids to start heading back to the parking lot?”
She flashed him a quick grin. “Sure thing, Mr. Ryan.”
He watched as she dashed up the path, and vanished around the next bend. Then he drew in a deep breath, and let it out again in a troubled sigh. “Behave yourself,” he muttered, scowling down at the thudding bulge in his pants. “She’s totally off limits, and that’s all there is to it.”
Kiley didn’t mean to spy on her best friend’s father while he was masturbating in the living room one night. But Mr. McPherson was so sexy, and watching him made her so horny! She just couldn’t resist watching him again and again!
Then he caught her at it, and she discovered that doing was even more fun than watching! (Book 30 of “The Hazard Chronicles”)
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Bailey yawned, then ruefully laughed. “I’m wiped out. Think I’ll head to bed early tonight,” she apologized, and pushed herself up off the couch where she’d been relaxing. “You coming, Kiley, or are you going to stay up a while longer?”
The longer she stayed in the living room, the longer it would take for her to creep back downstairs and watch Mr. McPherson…
No, she wasn’t going to do that again tonight, she firmly reminded herself. It was just too dangerous, because sooner or later he was going to catch her at it.
Had he really gasped her name last night just as he’d climaxed?
Oh, she was going to drive herself crazy thinking this way!
“Coming,” she agreed, and lifted a hand in—she hoped—casual farewell as she followed Bailey from the room.
“Mac really liked watching you dance,” the older girl commented as she stripped out of her clothes, and tugged on a loose nightshirt.
Kiley quickly slid into her adjoining bed. “Does the first time really hurt?” she asked. “My mother said it always does. But some of the girls in school said it didn’t.”
“It’ll feel really strange when you have sex the first time,” Bailey confided. “If the guy’s big, it’ll hurt really good.”
Kiley wasn’t sure how anything could hurt good…but she wanted to find out. “Night,” she murmured, and settled down to wait until Bailey was soundly asleep.
It didn’t take long. Fifteen minutes later, she was creeping downstairs, and padding barefoot through the kitchen.
Mr. McPherson was already stretched out in his recliner, naked as a newborn babe. But no baby had ever looked like that, and the sight of him stole Kiley’s breath. Eagerly she inched closer to the door, and stared raptly at his reflection in the wall mirror.
Hunger churned inside her, and she nervously pressed her bare thighs together. She wanted to have sex with him…and if he wanted to do it kinky like Bailey’s lover, she might just let him! Anything, if it would just ease this aching need inside her belly!
But how could she entice him into sharing sex with her? It wasn’t like she could boldly walk into the room and climb onto his lap!
Then their blissful solitude is broken by the arrival of more humans from the far-distant future. Can Shanna forge a peaceful alliance with the horny Allosaurus dinosaurs by encouraging her friends to take them as mates?
There's only one way to find out…and the results are likely to be explosive!
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Laughter—a sound rarely heard so many millennia before humans would conquer these lands—rang out as plates and mugs were filled, and the newcomers felt their tensed nerves relax.
Should we tell them? Timmy thought slyly after the potent Stimbrosia had begun taking effect, and several of Mac’s companions had already shed their durable coveralls. More were showing its effects in flushed faces, unbuttoned collars, and secretive caresses.
She’d been aware of their growing audience, too, and abruptly realized why Stimbrosia was so effective. It didn’t only lower sexual inhibitions, it lowered mental ones, too! The curious Allosaurus gathering in a loose circle behind him were picking up on her friends’ growing sexual energy!
No, she thought back. Let them have their fun tonight. An audience won’t upset them…there’s no privacy in the slave warrens, so everything’s public. But an audience of horny dinosaurs would scare them half to death.
She heard Timmy’s muffled snort of laughter with her mind and her ears, and shot him a quick grin over Mac’s shoulder.
Then she frowned a little when Timmy shot back, What about you? Are you going to have fun with them?
Monogamy was virtually unheard of in the 25th century slave warrens…but Timmy and she had become a bonded pair. The unlikeliest of mates, but mates they were all the same. She hadn’t really given any serious thought to having sex with Mac or any of the others…had she?
He gave her a mental nudge that nearly shoved her right off the fallen log she was using as a bench. She whipped around in surprise, then froze when Mac began tugging off his own jumpsuit. “Too hot,” he explained with a cheerful grin. “You’ve got the right idea, going native like that.”
She hadn’t given any thought to her own skimpy attire, but now she became very conscious of the narrow cloth band circling her lush breasts, and the loose sarong that barely covered her slender hips. She wore nothing beneath it, because that made it easier to scramble up Timmy’s muscular back and ride his bony neck ridges to a screaming climax. When they were roaming the vast continent in search of new diamond caches, he encouraged her to ride him several times a day…and they always had sex at least once after dinner.
Sex with a human could never match what she had with her dinosaur mate, she realized with a pang.
Yes, it will. You’ve missed things I can’t do for you. Ride him hard, Shanna, and let him do those things to you. I’ll share it with you, and channel the pleasure back to you.
He’d do that for her?
Of course! I want to experience what humans share together! he told her with a deep, rumbling chuckle. And the Ally’s want to experience it, too. They’re so jealous that you and I are mates!
They wanted to experience human mating?Her eyes began to gleam with rising excitement.
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Kris wrapped both arms around Kathy in a gentle hug. “You know how small Grandma’s new house is. There simply isn’t room for Elan and me, plus two kids. The bed will be crowded enough with just Jace and me; Elan would have to sleep on the couch. And he’s so big…so tall, I mean,” she corrected with an impish grin when Kathy’s fair cheeks burned, “that you know it would never work.
“Now I’m counting on you to take good care of him while I’m gone,” she added, stepping back again. “You know he can’t cook worth a damn, unless it’s on the grill. And even Elan can’t survive on just steak and barbequed ribs for a whole week.”
“Kathy.” Kris’s reply was soft with compassion. “You and I both know that you’re madly head-over-heels in love with Elan. I don’t begrudge you that, as I’m madly head-over-heels with him myself. But I can’t give him what he needs for another six weeks, and it’s driving us both crazy. So this is your golden chance to take my place for a few days.”
“B-b-but…” This time Kathy stuttered like a machine gun, and her cheeks flamed scarlet.
Kris only chuckled. “Make it count,” she advised—then hoisted the bulky diaper bag over her shoulder, and headed outside to finish packing the car. “Have fun while I’m gone!”
Kathy watched her drive away. Then she jumped, and her heart began to hammer wildly, when Elan’s long arm casually dropped around her shoulders. Kris was right—she’d been in love with her sister’s husband ever since she’d been a young girl. Bad enough that Kris had realized it…did Elan know, too?
Before she could pursue that troubling thought, his arm tightened in a careless hug. “Well, it’s just you and me for the next week, Kat,” he grinned. “What would you like to do first?”
The blaze of color that warmed her cheeks betrayed her fanciful daydreams. Elan flashed her another quick grin, then bent over and kissed the tip of her nose. “We’ll have plenty of time for anything your heart desires. But for now, I want to grab a quick swim. Join me?”
She barely managed to choke back a strangled whimper as he tossed his shirt to one side, revealing rippling muscles and a thick mat of dark hair on his chest, then shoved his pants off.
Sweet merciful heavens, he was so sexy!
Carefully she kept her eyes on his, and tried to ignore how sexy he looked. More than anything, she wanted to look down, down, down…
No, she couldn’t! Elan was married to her sister. She’d cut her own heart out with a rusty hacksaw before she’d do anything to damage their happy marriage!
“Kathy.” There was something different in his voice now, a gentle understanding that made her want to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. “Look at me. All of me.”
Frantically she shook her head…then whimpered with helpless pleasure when he slid his hand down his chest to draw her gaze with it.
Wildfire burned in her belly as she stared at his rippling muscles, his washboard stomach, the elastic band of his water-soaked shorts…
“All of me, Kat.” His low voice was hypnotic as he moved his hand even lower. He enjoyed the glazed wonder that filled her eyes as she followed his rhythmic movements with rapt fascination. “A man’s body can’t lie. I want you more than you could possibly imagine!”
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Miri was unquestionably the sexiest girl he'd ever seen, and he'd spent more than one lonely night fantasizing how he could slip her out of those satiny tights and into his warm bed. But he'd never tried to make a pass at her...because you just didn't make a pass at Miri O'Connell. Not if you wanted to survive the experience, anyway! Her temper was as fiery as her long, curling red hair, though she could be equally sweet and friendly if she liked you.
And she was looking sexier than ever tonight, he thought as he waved her into the big bay and her car settled onto the ramp with a wheezing sigh. A sight for sore eyes...or anything else!
"Looks like you picked up a nail," he commented as she climbed out and rubbed her hands together for warmth. "Won't take me but a minute to fix, if you wanta grab a cup of coffee and chat with me while I work."
Miri's grateful smile made him glad he'd stayed a little late. And the coffee pot was still half full. She was obviously in a friendly mood tonight. Maybe if he played his cards right...
She settled onto the hood of the nearest car, and cradled the hot mug in her hands. Fragrant steam tickled her nose as she took a long, slow sip. This was the first time she'd been here alone with Rick, and the possibilities were too intriguing to pass up.
It always surprised her that he didn't date much--he seemed more interested in running the shop with his brother, and working out on the family farm in his free time. Which was a real shame, because she'd always wondered what he'd be like in bed...
Watching Rick work was almost like watching a dancer perform. He was so good at his job that every movement seemed to be choreographed. And in the few minutes it took for him to pop off the flat tire and repair it, she was getting unbearably horny!
"That's a big tool you've got there," she suddenly grinned as he cinched the lug nuts back into place with a heavy wrench. "You use it often?"
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“We did good today, huh, Bren?” Paige was still full of energy as she spun in a tight circle and then punched the elevator button. “Did you hear the applause when I did my belly dance?”
He hadn’t, because he’d been too busy whacking off a second time before pulling on some clean BVDs. “You always knock ’em dead,” he hedged. “I’ll bet you drove every guy in the audience crazy!”
She giggled, and twisted her hips in an erotically sexy swivel. “I’ve been practicing in my bedroom.”
Bren sucked in a pained gasp as every nerve in his body went on high alert. “That would be something to watch.”
He didn’t realize that he’d said the words aloud until she laughed again, and nudged him in the ribs. “Yeah, right. This is our floor. C’mon.”
A frown creased Paige’s forehead as he hurried by, and closed the door in her face. Something was wrong with Bren, and it had been getting worse for the last several weeks. She’d tried to tease him into talking about it, and that hadn’t worked...
Maybe the direct approach would work better?
Thoughtfully she turned off the living room light, so that opening his bedroom door wouldn’t half-blind him.
She was just about to reach for his doorknob when a low, ragged moan stopped her in her tracks. Was he in pain?
“Bren?” She swung the door open...then gaped in stunned surprise…
Grace had been dreaming of a mysterious lover for years, but she’d always thought it was just a dream…until she rented a cabin at the national state park, and discovered that Axel, the sexy blond ranger, wasn’t a stranger after all! (Book 32 of “The Hazard Chronicles”)
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“Do you remember?”
His quiet question stopped her dead in her tracks, and she spun back to gape at him in baffled confusion. “Remember?”
Something intense lit his narrowed eyes; she felt the force of it like a lightning bolt. Dizzily she braced a hand on the sturdy porch railing. “The hayloft.” It emerged as a strangled whisper, and her eyes widened in sudden awareness. “It was you!”
Then she shook her head in baffled confusion. “No. No, that can’t be right. His name was Nathan! But…it was you! I know it was!”
Axel rose, and slowly crossed the wide porch. “Axel is my middle name,” he murmured. “I always liked it better, so I started using it when I became a ranger.
“I never thought I’d get the chance to see you again.” His deep voice seemed to vibrate in the cool night air like a plucked harp string. “You haven’t changed at all.”
She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or insulted. “I hope I have!” she muttered resentfully.
That made him laugh. “Well, you’ve gotten taller, certainly. But you’re just as beautiful. I recognized you right away.”
She didn’t believe his compliment for an instant, but still it warmed her deep inside. “I thought, when I first saw you… But I never get to go anywhere, not even the town dances. So how could I possibly have known you?”
But she did now, and hot excitement was thrumming inside her like a hive of bees. “You used to work on the ranch. And you left the farm right after…”
Quickly he laid a finger across her lips, silencing her. “I had to leave. I couldn’t stay after what happened. It was an accident, you know that, right? It was wrong, and I couldn’t let it happen again. But I wanted it so much…so it wasn’t safe for me to stay!”
Hot tingles began to shimmer in her stomach again. Of course it could never lead anywhere…Axel had to be nearly thirty; he must have his pick of willing women. He’d never want a shy teenager who was so innocent and naïve.
But it felt so good to be held in a man’s strong arms!
When he finally eased back, that intense flicker lit his eyes again. “You’re not a little girl now, though, are you?” he murmured, and traced her bottom lip with one long finger.
His light touch made icy-hot shivers ripple up and down her spine. “No, I’m not.” Breathlessly she shook her head, and wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to her!
For several long moments he seemed to hover on the razor’s edge of some weighty dilemma. Then a slow smile curved his lips. “Will you sit on my lap again, Grace? And I’ll show you why I couldn’t stay.”
Zach wasn’t happy when pretty Amy suddenly arrived on his remote doorstep. What on earth was he supposed to do with her? But she couldn’t go back home…so against his better judgment, he agreed to let her stay ‘just for a few days.’
He managed to keep his hands off her until a deadly tornado struck, destroying his cozy cabin…and his inhibitions!
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“Storm’s coming, Zach.” Amy glanced over her shoulder, then pointed out the kitchen window when he came to stand behind her. “Big one, too, I think.”
Zach frowned up at the turbulent sky. An hour ago, it had been clear to the horizon, but now angry clouds were boiling up like a tidal wave. This was the season for bad storms, and he didn’t like the sickly greenish cast overhead.
“Go downstairs,” he ordered, and pointed to the heavy trapdoor that led down into his chilly storm cellar. “I’m going outside for a better look. Better safe than sorry,” he added when she turned worried eyes in his direction. “It’ll likely blow south of here, but I’ll feel better knowing you’re underground.”
Obediently she lit the oil lantern, then watched as he tossed a thick rope over the rafter, tied a boathook to the end, and used that to hoist the big door open. His muscles bulged in the dimming light.
There was plenty of food stored down in the cellar; the earthy scents rose in a tantalizing wave as she carefully descended the roughhewn wooden steps, and hung her lantern on a sturdy peg jutting from the wall. “Be careful, Zach!” she called back up, and settled down to wait.
She heard him leave, and the door slammed behind him. Then, sooner than she’d expected, he came running back, and his heavy footsteps beat a rapid tattoo over her head.
Startled, she began climbing the steps again…and nearly lost her footing when something sailed past her head and crashed to the dirt floor below. “Zach, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”
“Get back down there!” he bellowed, and hurled something else past her. “Now, Amy! Take cover!”
Pots and pans flew like bullets. She tried to catch one, and yelped in pain. Then her backpack soared by, followed by a bundled sheet holding God-only-knew-what. Plates and glasses, maybe, to judge by the shattering sound as they bounced off the ladder.
She became aware of a deep rumbling roar…and panic spiked through her like icy claws. “Zach!”
Something huge blocked the light. She just had time to see that it was his big mattress; then he yanked on the makeshift pulley, and plunged down the steps as the trapdoor slammed at his heels.
He plowed right into her and rolled, taking the impact as they crashed into the far wall. The mattress landed on top of them, half-smothering her. He rolled again, pinning her beneath his long body. The rumbling became a savage howl, and she felt something crash overhead. The very ground shook with the impact. She screamed, and thrashed wildly.
“Amy, stop!” Zach’s shout was nearly drowned out by the shriek of wind overhead. “It’s okay! We’re safe! Stop!”
Terrified, she bucked against his muscular body, and screamed again when his big hands clamped over her wrists, holding her down. And then…
They both went mad.
The Snow Maid
Bill Carter was starving and dying of exposure when he fell asleep by the standing stone in the Russian Arctic. Sacrificing his life to save his friends, he never expected to wake up, warm, safe and healed, in the presence of the immortal Snow Maid.
Polina had been alone for decades, her youth slowly draining away as belief in her faded in the world above. She had taken Bill's life in trade for those of his companions. Will the heat of their passion ignite an eternal love, or are the differences between them too great?
Professor Brody Wyman had lusted after pretty Tamarin for years, ever since the summer he’d accidentally glimpsed her skinny-dipping down in the creek beyond her family’s farm. But he never dared to cross that forbidden line between fantasy and reality…until her father was killed in a tragic accident, and she turned to him for comfort.
Sexy Little Runaway
Hawke had been living alone for so many years that he’d almost forgotten how incredible sex could be. Now he wasn’t alone anymore—not since he’d found a ragged little runaway hiding in his barn, and realized that she was an outrageously sexy teenage girl!
Having sex really was like riding a bike. No matter how long it had been, your body remembered. And his was coming alive again with a vengeance! How long could he manage to keep his hands off her, before hot lust tore him apart?
Excerpt from Sexy Little Runaway:
Hawke waited until she was gone, then turned the water to icy cold and splashed it across his sweating face. Touching her had been a big mistake. A huge mistake. Now he was going to be hard all night, and he hadn’t suffered that particular malady in too many years to count.
He’d have to take care of the problem himself, in the privacy of his own bedroom, because for sure he couldn’t turn to her for comfort. Someone had abused that poor little kid, and he wasn’t about to compound it by forcing himself on her. No matter how desperately he ached to do just that.
The pots and pans could wait. If he didn’t take care of this little...check that, big...problem right away, he was likely to do something he shouldn’t.
His legs were a little unsteady as he hurried back to his bedroom, and that was something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time, either. Who could have guessed that, at his age, he could feel as horny as a teenage boy lusting after his first soft girl again?
Never should have turned yourself into a hermit, he thought once his door was securely closed, and he could unzip his worn jeans with a soft moan of relief. You’re too old for seduction, and too young for a second childhood. So where does that leave you?
Panting in his room like an eager virgin as he wrapped his callused fingers around the big chunk of meat that had made his Anna Maria sigh with blissful pleasure. Helluva time it had picked to rise from the dead!
Beating off really was like riding a bike, though, he realized as familiar pleasure began to spiral through his veins. Once you learned, it didn’t matter how old you were. You never truly forgot.
Heat rose in a shocking tidal wave. Why on earth had he ever stopped doing this? Why had he denied himself the amazing pleasure of physical release, as if masturbation was something inherently evil?And he wondered, as he breathlessly waited for his thundering heart to slow, how he was going to survive having a sexy young girl in the house for the next several days…