C'mon, I promise you'll like it. She steps through the doorway, eyeing me carefully. But after looking about the room, she spins on her heels and thr...ws her arms around my neck. A suite, how romantic. Again, second thoughts. She thanks me with her lips, quietly, softly, on my neck, along my cheek, under my ear, and I am reminded of just how powerful a drug is a woman's affection. My sudden weakness awakes the demons. Don't let her get to you. She's no different. You know what she wants. . .No…..I was talking about YOU’. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. Pushing up his shirt to reveal the sculptured chest….raising her hips so she could slide down the draw string tied pants that did nothing to hide his body or his desire. He pulled at her suit, popping the buttons and sliding it off quickly. With her blouse he took more time, gently unbuttoning each one and pausing to slide his index finger down from her neck to the bottom of the cleavage…letting her feel his. ’ He lifted two more fingers. ‘Two, three – saline.’ Briggs blinked. ‘What the fuck’s that?’ he said. ‘Water,’ said Scanlon. He smiled. ‘All you got pumped into you was a sleeping pill, friend, you’ve had a nice nap.’ He returned to the door and leaned against it, waiting. ‘But … but why?’ said Briggs. ‘Was I … was I pardoned?’ Scanlon snorted sarcastically, but said nothing. Briggs struggled in his constraints again. ‘I want to see the warden,’ he said, his chin thrust defiantly forward.. ” She rose and stepped back so that she could survey the glistening result of her labours. The tightly-muscled quality of Eric’s long body was thrown into particularly effective relief by his oiling. “There,” she said, biting her lip in delight she’d never have wanted him to see. “Looks okay, doesn’t he?”“Passable.” Arabella sounded moderately impressed, but her crooked smile suggested a much more positive reaction to the specimen on display than was being betrayed by her voice.“Think he should.