I start to struggle, but am advised to stay still so I don't get hurt. I stand there moaning, watching in erotic humility as the fine material is cut...and torn, until the shreds are collected around our feet. Before I can utter a word, I’m forced to my knees. Holding me by the tie in one hand, and a leather strap in the other, Patrick tells me to get on all fours. When I hesitate, he whips me across the chest. The sting is painful, but he issues another across my stomach. Even through two. And since we wanted no gate crashers we rented the entire building, with different groups on different floors, to make sure, nobody had to feel like they were forced to be too close to any group they didn’t want to be near. Once the brief speeches were over, we would move me to the groups.I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs as I didn’t know anything about public speaking. With the water as a backdrop in Cobo, we had the all-important meeting where all present. I want to see Niko again. I need to tell him how sorry I am. If only I’d listened…’ Camille said, letting her voice trail off. There was a soft knock at the door, interrupting whatever Lorette had been about to say. Olaf entered, carrying a large tray, laden with what was presumably to be their breakfast. Camille frowned, wondering what it was the man was doing there so early. After setting the tray upon the table in the corner, he held a chair out, meeting Camille’s eyes expectantly. His. Within moments, Peter had her backed up against the door frame, his hands roaming across her body as he ground his pelvis against hers. When Lauren came up for air, her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed with desire, and she had to wrench herself away. “I can’t ... the kids ... Heather...” came out in a rush, and she pulled the screen door open and stepped inside. Turning back, she asked, “Call me? Please?”Peter grinned and leaned in, for a much quicker kiss. “I’ll call,” he promised.A.