The downward cycle continued until she found herself in the current abode, which could be described as the worst of the worst.Even as the worst tenant...in the worst apartment in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Corrine knew she was safe. The landlord was so tight he wouldn’t think of putting out a paying customer. Safety didn’t do much to curb her behavior. Christmas Eve was just another night and tonight’s lout was just as offensive as the rest.Had one of her neighbors looked out, they would have seen. Pushing herself up from the couch she went to the window of the living room. She parted the blinds just in time to catch Deshawn standing shirtless in the blistering sun, sweat glistening on his brown skin, pouring water from a jug over his head. Water splashed on his upturned face and cascaded over his broad chest. Individual droplets dribbled slowly over rippling abdominal muscles. Jane lingered at the window, admiring as Deshawn's naked upper body shimmered in the sun. Deshawn tossed the jug. And continued the foreplay walking or carrying her down the hall. even outside our door. the three of them were pressed together. she was swooning. maybe some drink, some excitement. passion. i opened the door as the had her leaning against it. they pushed her inside as they kept her pinned between them. i quickly shut the door. our friends were both kissing down her neck and shoulders. even in the hallway her neck was wet from thier kisses. and her blouse opened. outside the door, i could see. "That is nothing like the Victor I know. You are practical to a fault."Victor granted a small smile in return. There were few in his cult with whom he could converse outside the trappings of the quasi-religion he had created. Fewer still could step outside the cult and speak of it as it really was. Charles was one of those few. "As I said before, you are quite perceptive."Charles folded his hands behind his back. "If there is anything I can do to help make your annual endeavor a success, do not.