He stuck his head inside the house. "Hello? Ms. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until...his eyes grew used to the darkness and then closed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet. Between hooting cars the motorbike conquered its way towards the next slip road, up the spiral ramp and onto the city-motorway high above the old street system at ground level. Here was less heavy traffic, but the furious speed Lilith dared was more than risky. It let nearby buildings' facades blur while the glass silhouettes of business towers in the distant reflected the morning sun's rays multiply. The early fog had gone and a light breeze, creating strong updraughts at the skyscrapers, tore. .. I thought it was Naomi Campbell when I walked in, but I’ve never heard of any Cleo...” She seems almost deliberately unimpressed... Over on the bed, Cleo can’t hear what they are talking about – she’s far more interested in this dark dog... “Well, hello there, big man...” She says with a big white toothed smile as she ruffles the beast’s head, neck and shoulders.She looks up and off camera to Carol and notes that, “You’ve got a seriously handsome puppy dog, here ... I can’t wait to get to. She stepped into the shower and stood under the water. She loved the feel of it moving down her body she let out a soft moan turning to face the wall the stream of water falling across her face.She stood that way for several minutes before reaching down and grabbed her shampoo and ran it through her hair taking her time before beginning to rinse it out. She did the same with the conditioner before grabbing her sponge and body wash and lathered her body up. She started with her arms working up.