‘Is this your first time at Silverglen?’ ‘No, because I’m not staying here.’ ‘Chantal … ‘ ‘Chantal.’ Martin let her name slide fro... his lips. ‘That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Why is it that you don’t want to stay here?’ ‘I’m not an invalid! I can take care of myself.’ ‘Okay, I can understand that. Let’s try a couple of tests. Point and tell me where the door is that you came in.’ Chantal’s blank gaze fell on him and she appeared to give his question a lot of thought. She turned,. In thinking about the five of them and what he had done with all of them he concluded that there was very little variation in how he made love no matter who his partner was. Was his love making becoming routine? Maybe it was but if it was, it was a routine that many men would kill to have. Each of the ladies reactions to the way he made love to them seemed to be quite favorable and that could be an understatement. Was there something more he should want or should be doing? Could he be making. He stopped until our lips were achingly close.And then... Derek kissed meA wave of electricity shot through me.My mouth switched to auto-pilot and welcomed his kiss. He kissed me witha soft passion that melted and jolted my body. I put my right hand onhis chest and turned my whole body to lean in closer. Derek's right handremained on my hip as his left grazed my chin and cheek. It was a sweettouch and I kissed him deeper."Well that's not MY problem!" hammed Crystal.We mentally checked in with. So he pulled his pants up, washed his hands and face, andventured into the hallway. 3. DemonatrixThe elevator reached the ground floor and stopped. Tenants couldn't rideit to the basement, and Earl didn't have a bypass key, so he'd have totake the stairs.Upon entering the stairwell, Earl became aware of a faint, smolderingaroma, not unlike sulfur, perhaps from a matchstick. Someone must havelit a cigarette in the stairwell... but why couldn't he smell tobacco?Already.