We got threeoptions. One I can use something in this closet to wipe itup. I don’t like that because I respect the host too muchto mess up their ...ed linens and towels to do that. Two, Ican walk out of here and others will see me all a mess andwe both will be embarrassed. Your high class collegefriends will not think highly of you, including yourreligious upright boss, if they see me this way. Do youwant that?”“N-No, of course not. W-What is the third option. You’dbetter. . but nobody has said who CASSIE IS!!" She's Jack's Crossroads Caretaker," Seven spilled the beans.The hands on hips, direct glare and eyes looking down her nose, Sultry spun and faced Jack, "Caretaker? Just what does a Caretaker do?"After glancing at Jack to see if he was going to Man Up, Four said smugly, "She takes care of Jackie boy's needs."Seven slapped him."What?"Jack had the courtesy to blush.Sultry got this horrified look, "She takes care of ALL your needs?"Jack turned a lighter shade. No, I’m the unknown figure who’s splashed across the newspaper headlines and breaking news reports of New York City. I’m the infamous serial killer, who for three years has been painting blood across the city, leaving no trace of herself for police to have any leads. These are killings that have no rhyme or reason, and I’m not really trying to send any message. There is a sickness in my mind that I’ve had for my whole life. At first it was confusing and hard to deal with, as the urges were. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen’s eyes pop out. He had seen his mother’s breasts in all kinds of hands and in.