The next instant one of those nails on her left-hand index finger was tracing a line up the centre of my palm, and what had been darts of electricity,...became lasers that probed way beyond my arm and were felt deep down low in my belly where the twitch in my cock startled me.Her voice lowered as she said, "I don't know your name." When I told her she went on, "Mark's a manly name. Call me Melita. It's from the Spanish. Ah, you have a very long lifeline. That's good."Her nail changed direction. It had a lustrous gleam about it, exciting. She entered the elevator.The doors started to close.I hurried across the lobby, calling, “Hold the elevator!”“Sure,” the black woman said, thrusting her hand out and catching the door. They retracted. She gave me a smile and then her eyes widened when she saw what was bouncing before me, thrust through my robe’s opening. “You?”“Yep, me,” I said as I slipped into the elevator. “Mmm, yes it is ... Shania.” I read her name off her nametag. “What a cute. " Well, I seem to have a knight in shining armor," Alicia said, ignoring Jake's cool ardor and smiling at Caesar. "I apologize for kissing the wrong man..."She draped her arms around a suddenly terrified Caesar and kissed him squarely on the mouth. When she released him a moment later, he swayed sideways a bit, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over. Jake reached out, fearful that Caesar might fall over."Well," Jake admonished her, "you haven't changed a bit. A little older around the. What else is a dead woman fit for in a Kingdom such as mine? What else can be done when there's no food apart from the rats, a few lizards and a handful of spiders. If I were squeamish then my prized flowers would wither and dry and become something pitiful and wasted and covered in maggots. They would become ugly, gaunt and unsightly - dirty and a stench - and finally they would fade into dust; and this would be done slowly without any trace of feminine dignity.They would rot and where would.