Standing in the shadowed hallway, I try to catch my breath as Spidey pulls away and follows the cowgirl. I let out a long disappointed sigh and frown after him. I silently vow to punish him for that later and smile at the thought.

Shrugging my shoulders, I decide it's time to rejoin the party. I slowly make my way down the stairs, taking note of my surroundings. At the bottom of the stairs I spot the coat rack. No one seems to be about, so I search the pockets of the coats hanging there. The party goers all have similar items in their pockets ... condoms, lube ... a few have toys. I turn to walk away but stop as something catches my eye. Turning back I take a closer look at the camel colored trench coat. There seems to be something hidden in the lining. I glance over my shoulder to make certain I am still alone and then gently pull the seem open and glance inside. Hmmmm ... now why would someone be hiding this? And who does this coat belong to?

Deciding it's time to do some serious investigating, I slip out the front door and step behind the bushes. I reach deep into the center of the bushes and pull out the bag I hid there earlier. Quickly changing, I bag up Velma and hide the clothes in the bushes again. I quietly slip back in wearing a white tank top and a pair of denim overalls, rolled up to about mid calf. I'm barefoot and my hair, now free of the wig, is hanging in two long braids over my shoulders. Glancing in the mirror by the door, I apply shimmering pink lip gloss and step back to take a look. Yep, very much a farmer's daughter.

Giggling softly, I'm fairly certain I won't be recognized by anyone but Skip. The others met me for the first time in costume. The chef saw me without the glasses of course, but not until the sweater was off. I don't remember his eyes ever wandering above my shoulders after that point. Yeah, the sexy spiderman is the only who could blow my cover ...

I pass the stairs, glancing nervously toward the door to Skip's room. He seems to be safely hidden away so I continue down the first floor hall. As I try to decide which room to search first, I spot a bluish light from underneath one of the doors. I watch the light and it seems to move, changing colors. Ahh, a screen saver ... the study seems like a good place to start. Once inside, I take a seat at Skip's desk, grinning at the bottle of lube sitting next to the keyboard. It takes me a few minutes to get past the security features he's got but all in all it's simple enough to get into his files. I quickly find his stash of porn and starting working my way through it. The variety is amazing ... and a bit exciting. I browse through a few of the pictures and then start going through the stories.

Completely engrossed in what I'm reading, I don't hear the door open. I let out a startled gasp when I hear a deep voice whispering against my ear ... "Do you like what you found?" I close my eyes and moan softly as his lips brush against my neck. I try to turn around but he squeezes my shoulders, holding me still, as he gently nibbles his way up to my earlobe. I give in, relaxing as he starts rubbing my shoulders.

I let out a soft, low groan and whisper, "Who are you?"