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“Fuck me, Thomas,” I moaned. “Fuck me now.”

He pulled down his pants and was already rubbing histhick dick along my wet opening, teasing me until I was moaning again. Beggingfor him to enter me.

“How I dreamed of this very moment in this very room,”he groaned, slowly entering me, filling me to the brim with his large dick.“Every time I came here, I came, just jacking off to you in this room, Kaley.Yes, this was before we ever got together. When you first arrived at KeystoneManor with your mother, and I laid eyes on you. You were the most beautifulgirl I’ve ever seen, and I was just a horny teen. I wanted you then, but youwere so forbidden. The maid’s daughter. Mother would never let me date you. Letalone marry you. So... I would picture myself with you every time I came downhere… away from mother’s prying eyes, away from my bedroom where anyone can seemy soiled bedsheets.”

Thomas was pumping into me now in a frenzy, and I wasclenching him hard in me, giving him everything I’ve got. “Oh Thomas,” I cried,just before climaxing.

“Kaley,” he kissed me as he came. “You don’t knowthis, but you are my dream. And this room is definitely my room of dreams foryou.”

I clung to him, again with tears running down mycheeks. What did Thomas give up to be with me? He thought he would lose all hisinheritance anyways, but even though, I knew he would have given it up for mein the end.

He kissed me again and said, “You are my heart, Kaley.My life. Without you, I can’t go on.”

Chapter 8

Kaley

Thomas washed me off with a warm towel, and he quicklylooked around. “Want to stay to see if this key fits anything in here for aclue?”

“Sure,” I said, kissing him again. His arms werearound me, like he couldn’t stand being apart from me.

I didn’t want to let go of him, too. Being with himjust now, and his confession to me made my heart swell with so much love forhim. “I love you,” he said, kissing me. “I love you so much, Kaley,” he saidagain.

“I love you, too,” I said, kissing him. “Always have.”

“I know,” Thomas said. “Even when you playfully gaveme that little girly heart-shaped music box for Valentine’s Day…the one youhave to insert a key into for the music to play…I knew you loved me. That giftwas so girly, but man, it was so you and so straight from the heart. I couldn’thelp but love your girly gifts too.”

“Do you still have that music box?” I asked. “I gavethat gift to you the first Valentine’s we were together.”

“Yes,” Thomas said. “As a matter of fact… it’s rightthere.” He walked up to a shelf where an old science project from his childhoodwas on display. It was a model of a luxurious hotel set against a tropicalbackground. “Here it is,” Thomas said, handing me the music box.

Right in the middle of the music box was a small holefor a key to be inserted to start the music. At that moment, I took the goldenkey and placed it into that hole.

Perfect fit.

I turned the key, and the music began playing. But Ialso heard a click, and the top of the music box became loose.

I lifted the top right as Thomas came over to look atwhat I was doing, a look of realization dawning on his face.

Out pop a small note the size of a rolled up fortunecookie note.

“Congratulations! You realized your dreams. Now ontoPart 3.”

“Wow,” Thomas said. “Again, working together with you,we solved this one.”

“I don’t know if I have to find a room of dreams,too,” I said. “Do I? Or is it just you Keystone boys?”

“We can go to your room of dreams to find out,” Thomassaid. “Which room would that be?”

“Come on,” I said, heading out of the basement and upthe stairs towards one of my favorite rooms.

We walked into a room I had spent countless number ofhours just admiring. Cleaning. And then admiring again.

It was Mr. Keystone’s study where I was given the jobof keeping clean and refilling his decanter.  To me, this room meant success,power, wisdom, and greatness. I had admired Mr. Keystone for all thosequalities. But I had also seen how much he seemed to care for his children. Itwas this room where I sat down at his desk in his leather plush chair anddreamed how I would one day be in the same position as Mr. Keystone –successful, educated, in a position of high standing.

But someone else was already in the same room ofdreams as mine.

Seb.

“Seb?” I called out.

He was holding a heart-shaped music box like the one Igave Thomas only this one had a black and white checked pattern on the enameltop while Thomas’ was pink. I had given all three of my Keystone boys aheart-shaped music box for Valentine’s Day that first Valentine’s we weretogether.

Seb was holding the music box, his key inserted intothe top, and in his hand was a roll-up tiny piece of paper.

“This is the clue,” Seb said. “This paper. It justsays to go to Part 3.”

Thomas looked at me and said, “I guess you both hadthe same favorite room, unless there is another music box in here for you toopen, Kaley.”

We looked around, and didn’t find anything else thegolden key could fit.

“So that was only for the Keystone boys,” I said,mostly to myself.

Thomas put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re still oneof us no matter what, Kaley. Without you… we wouldn’t have those music boxes.”

“That’s right,” Seb said. “All of this is very muchtied to you.”

“So guys,” Ash walked into the room, carrying hismusic box and a tiny note in his hand. “Are we all done solving Clue 2?”

“Ash!” I called out, running to him as he pulled meinto his arms. “Where did you find yours?”

“Would you believe… in my bedroom. Figures. That’swhere I sleep most of the time. Duh, how else could