It seemed to be nonstop day and night. She had adults of all ages, dressed anywhere from formal attire to jeans, to even bikinis coming and going. Wh...le Mark had been gone, he had decided to do a little checking up on her, which surprised even himself. He normally didn’t check up on the women he planned on becoming involved with. He learned that she owned The Martin Reality Company, which had impressed him. He also had found out that Jesse was much more important in this city than he could. Horrified at the realization that he was acting completely at odds with what the women of his family had taught him, he’d backed off, and made it his personal challenge to beat the arrogant girly-man in the competition for the hand of the lovely Andrea. No problem, right? Hollywood romances are made of that shit. Unfortunately, so were comedies. Nothing bleeds the romance out of that kind of challenge like losing the interest of the woman you want. Felt it, a storm-head on the horizon, looming. Rob entered Mr. Littleton’s room about ninety seconds behind Amanda, and as he suspected, she was in the patient’s restroom. Probably taking a piss, he thought. He took one last glance down each side of the hallway. He saw nothing. He held his breath and listened. He could hear nothing. He closed the door to Mr. Littleton’s room as quietly as he could and saw that the old man was fast asleep. He looked to the restroom door which was cracked open, leaving a three inch gap. Through the small. ”She seethed at his reply, grabbing a riding crop from the table and quickly closing the distance back to the bed, her heels clacking on the wooden floor menacingly. She whipped the crop into his chin, pushing the end of it into his face forcefully.“OPTIONS? You want options, is that it? Ok, how's this for an option? I can beat you and fuck you, or I can beat you, fuck you, and then beat you again! Which sounds better to you?!?”He opened his mouth, but in his stunned state, no words.