”“Did you know that Eloise’s nick name in the Organisation is The Angel of Death? She assassinates those who have transgressed the Organisation�...�s rules. Metzendorf, a man whom I never met but sounds like the sort of fellow who needed assassinating, was lining his pockets at the expense of the Organisation. Eloise was sent to – what is the quaint term your friend Sir Boris Crossley uses – ah yes, ‘box’. Eloise was sent to England to ‘box’ Metzendorf.”I was speechless. How did he know about. When it's her turn to show off, she scoots back to get her heels up so she can spread her knees out flat on the bed.Katie and I can't help but bump knees, legs and arms against each other. We wind up overlapping with bodies pressed together as the bed sags or we lean in for a look. The intimacy is exciting. The presence of a MAN in the room heightens the sexual tension of desire even among the lesbians. The complex sexual fires of desire add more heat to the room.Susan keeps a well oiled. The voice, the tone, those unmistakable words were burned into hermemory. Her hands were starting to shake as she nearly dropped the rest ofher sandwich. He was here somewhere, watching her. Hesitantly she looked around.Where had it come from? Her heart was pounding. What should she do? She didn't recognize anyone,but there were so many people he could have been walking out the door. Shehad to get away. Frantically she waved down the waitress to get her bill. She left half herlunch on the plate. Sometime during the night, I was awakened by a knock on my window. It startled me. I slipped from my bed, and grabbed the baseball bat that leaned against my dresser. I moved slow toward the window, and raised the blind. To my surprise, it was Christy and she looked as if she had been crying. My slow pace quickened. I almost jerked the blind off its hooks as I jerked the string. My fingers fumbled with the lock, and finally I raised it so she could climb in. When she stood up, I could see how.