’ Instead of going to fetch her father she merely turned her head until it faced the general direction ofher parents’ bedroom. ‘Hey Dad! The plu...ber wants a word with you.’ ‘I could have done that myself.’ Danny said to her as Peter emerged from, the bedroom and walked down the hallway, his tie looped around his neck as he finished buttoning his shirt. Peter was forty years old but his tall slim body still retained its athletic appearance despite him not having been involved in any form of. .” Now John was curious and decided to check Beth’s social media page as to figure out what was really going on. He knew her password so it was pretty simple logging into the account on his phone. For the most part, everything seemed fine. No weird messages, no unusual posts. Everything seemed fairly normal until he browsed her search history. He recognized an old c***dhood boyfriend’s name in the recent search history. “Cassius Williams”. She mentioned him, while John and she were dating back. The ceiling was twelve feet high with a big skylight over the king size four poster bed. The bed was huge and had lots of room for anything that we wanted to do. Tiffany wanted hooks in the four corners of the bed and up high on the four posts for getting tied to it. One whole wall was a closet for all of her clothes. We had a big exposed bathroom along one side with a toilet, a bidet, an old fashion claw bathtub, a glass shower that was big enough for four people, and a sunken Jacuzzi that was. “Obligatory for all First Year Interns, I’m afraid. And I have YOU to thank for it, you bastard! I simply detest orange!” Pointing menacingly at me with her crimson talons, she spat the words out. The monastery bell tower above boomed eight echoing strokes.She leaned back in the choir stall, stretched her long legs and kicked off her gold pumps. “What on EARTH possessed you to choose this God-forsaken dump, Nicholas?”There was really no answer to such blasphemy. I shrugged. “I needed time and.