"No," he said against her ear. "It's me, baby. I'm home now."Camille ceased her struggles, her tense body trying to hold itself away from his. "Who ar... you?"He could hear the panic in her voice, feel it in the quiver of her body. The terror he had seen in her eyes fed the rage that he felt at having been forced to live without her. He wanted to turn her around, take her in his arms and crush her mouth with his, make her understand he was really her Niko."Camille, it's me," he whispered into her. ” I waste no time and work my way to her breasts and she leans back into me. There’s no mistaking what this is becoming as she gasps as I boldly roll each perfectly pink nipple between my thumbs and forefingers. I nuzzle her neck and lick the edge of her ear as I continue with her massage. She’s obviously in ecstasy; eyes closed, biting her lower lip. As I continue to rub and fondle her chest, I can see that she is rubbing her legs together, obviously fidgeting and dying to be touched. I feel. And yet, no one appeared to be home.Carson looked around as dirty thoughts began to swirl through his mind. Maybe if he couldn’t see Mr. Armisen off, he could just look around?He pulled out his universal room key and opened the door.Apparently, housekeeping hadn’t made their rounds, because the room was in total disarray. The pillows on the bed were shredded, the bedsheets stained and covered in feathers. The table had been tipped over on its side. It looked like a hurricane had hurled through. “He said, ‘Yes’, when Crystal asked him to sing with her. Oh, he resisted a little, but eventually he sang. I want you to come and sing with me. I know you know the words to a bunch of my songs, but just for a touch of nostalgia, let’s do Texas Dawn. The band knows it by heart, and so do the backup singers.”Dave blanched, “You’re kidding. I can’t sing.”“Jim Mellon didn’t think he could sing either. Come on. Just give it a try.” She pulled gently on his arm.Martina pushed Dave up from his chair.