Get Lisey out of this room

You have to get Lisey out of here or she’ll just sink deeper into this depression.

You get up on your elbow and look down at her.

“Have you fooled around with Kris any?”

“What?” she asked, surprised by the question. “No. Why?”

“Well, she’s got those big boobs that you just want to touch. You never did?”

“Nope,” she says. “Have you?”

“No. I don’t think she’s getting any.”

“How hard is it to get some around here?” Lisey laughs, looking up at the ceiling.

“She’s shy.”

“A shy CCL girl?”

“And I think she got beat up earlier today.”

“No kidding,” Lisey says, and it’s working: you’ve distracted her. “By who?”

“Alene.”

“Ugh. Fuck her,” Lisey groans. “We gotta do something about them. Want to go prank them or something? I bet they’re like us and there’s nobody around the house this weekend.”

“Maybe. Not tonight. Risky to do it right now.”

“Why? With no one around?”

“If we start a shitstorm, everyone else comes back from the holiday and walks into it,” you remind her.

“That’s why you’re the smart one,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m trying to hook Kris up with Karen.”

“Why not just do it yourself?”

“Because my heart belongs to you,” you say, getting cozier.

“She can do better than Karen,” Lisey says.

You know what Lisey means. Karen’s fun and cute, and she likes to party. But she’s kind of lazy and selfish in bed. Still… you know that Kris is not picky. She’s frustrated and needs a woman’s touch, and she will be delighted if it’s Karen’s touch. You hope that’s going on right now.

Lisey sits up, looking at the wall. You can both hear the music from Karen’s room.

“Is that happening?” she asks.

“Maybe,” you reply. “Want to go see?”

“And interrupt them?”

“Nope.” You wink at her. “We don’t have to. Come on, Lisey. It’s time for you to learn about a little CCL secret.”

She hesitates, looking at you suspiciously. Then she smiles.

“OK,” she says.

You pull her out of bed and lead her out of the room. You pass right by Karen’s room. There’s no point listening; the music is too loud.

Lisey looks puzzled.

“But they aren’t in here,” she says when you get to Kris’ room.

“I know,” you say, knocking. There’s no answer. That’s promising.

You take Lisey inside and to Kris’ closet, which you open, carefully shifting the hangers down. You kneel and remove the secret panel from the wall, revealing an opening.

“After you,” you say, gesturing.

“What in the world? Why do I go first?”

“So I can look at your butt,” you reply.

Lisey self-consciously tugs at her shirt, even though you have seen each other naked plenty of times. Blushing, she crawls through. You follow.

This is a narrow space between the walls. A grown man wouldn’t be able to fit, but most CCL girls can. Virtually every room in CCL house is either accessible or at least visible through some kind of peephole. Some are in the attic and others are in the walls. Very few of these are widely known. You, of course, have made a point to exhaustively memorize and map every passage and every secret of this house. It bugs you that CCL’s current leadership hasn’t already done it.

You take Lisey by the hand and lead her to the spot where you can see into Karen’s room. Sure enough! Kris is here.

You both kneel to look, sharing the tiny peephole.

It’s not, as you hoped, a passionate sex scene. They’re both on the bed, but just sitting cross-legged, talking.

Just watch?

Or try to help Kris out?