" The camera panned the room, lingering on the dirty dishes in the sink. "Never mind that, Lara," Anita said,"don't advertise that we're slobs!" She r...ached forward and pulled the camera back to her. "There - that's better!" She undid another button as she turned and walked through a door."Now, I'll bet this room looks familiar to you, guy..." They had entered the bathroom, with its shower and frustrating translucent door. She stepped into the shower and half-closed the door. "Peek-a- boo!" she. She needed to find a release soon. Her thoughts were consumed by sex, by the feeling of Melina fingering her… Kayla pulled her skirt off, reasoning that she could save time when Scott entered by undressing now. But really, she just wanted to give her own hands easy access. Parting her legs slightly where she stood, she placed a single finger atop her clit and applied a gentle pressure. Oh, how easy it would be to relieve her own tension here and now. Swirling her finger around in slow circles,. I closed the door behind me knowing what was coming and didn’t bother looking for any god. Instead I pulled the throwing knife from the interior pocket of my coat and when the door opened I dropped to my knees and rolled. The crossbow bolt sailed past, where my head would have been. I tucked onto my side and threw the knife hitting his right shoulder. Cursing he reflexively dropped the crossbow and dove for me, pain filling his eyes with rage. He was much bigger, much stronger, powered out here. It was for her. No-one else. So it could be clichéd and obvious and goddamn crap but it didn’t matter one bit. The paint wasn’t too expensive, neither were the brushes, or the canvases. But then Lane arrived. And he looked at her half-assed painting of what she would later pretentiously describe as ‘the real version of Los Angeles’ and wouldn’t stop looking at it until he’d looked at her and then seemed torn between her and the painting.His eyes were brown, but almost yellow in the sun. He wore.