"She had long thought it was the Ass of the Century, one that only a few others-Tiffany's, Jane's, now Dawn's-could even come close to. And now that t...ey were in a new century, it was the Ass of the 21st Century, still a peerless masterpiece of round, high, firm flesh, shapely beyond belief, an ass that made you believe there was a god after all, and that he (It?) loved young girl's beautiful round bottoms just as much as Laura did."You want to do more than look at it," Chanitra said, eyes. Danielle has reddish-brown hair and green eyes. Dominic is in his early forties, but he doesn’t really look it, he is still pretty fit, with only a small beer gut. His arms and legs are still muscular and athletic, he stands at about 6’4’’ and he still has a full head of hair. On top of all that, he’s from England, and still has traces of his accent. Danielle’s got herself a stud. John and I got out of our cars and Dominic beckoned me to him, I went timidly. “Go inside with the boys, Love. I. She bites her lip contemplatively when staring over the bed and, then, smiles as a strange idea pops in her head. Almost laughing out loud, she looks over at the closed door of the bathroom where her boyfriend had went before quickly climbing into the bed. She positions herself on her back over the covers, facing the ceiling, and giggles slightly to herself as she opens her mouth, keeping it that way. It isn’t long before the bathroom door opens, shedding its light onto the bed. His shadow. Definite internal damage… not good at all. A metal medical table, covered by a clean white sheet, was nearby and in the far corner was a large chain link security cage maybe 8′ square suitable for locked prisoner storage. There was a metal trap door in the center of this floor with a heavy iron ring that explained the fair smell of sewage. This must be where the bodies were dumped afterwards, in the outbound sewage drain into the bay. No other doors, no windows, no chances of anyone anywhere.