To some French is a turn on. In my case, to hear a man speak Russian or Estonian, even three seats away in a subway train, sends shivers all over my s...in. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always had Slavic classmates. Yet this fascination has never faded and these men with their sexy languages remain ever exotic and tempting. He introduced himself as Vanya, which, I. I will not have their deaths on my hands if I am able to prevent it.Instead, he will keep up appearances, while working to rid us all of Blackheart. Blackheart has tormented this town, and me, for far too long, and this letter has given me my first clue on how to track him down.”I slowly placed Jethro on the ground and took a step back with my hands raised. I hoped that the gesture would show that I no longer meant him any harm.“You want to create the illusion that he is still working for this. Of course, I remained tied and gagged, not having any idea on where we were headed.Before we arrived, Nina took out a large bag which sshe pulled up over me, tying it closed over me head. I was blind inside the bag. The limo stopped and I was pulled out of the car and thrown over someone's shoulders."Put her on the bed," Nina commanded.I was gently put on the bed. It sounded like everyone left the room and I was left helpless on the bed. What were they going to do? I asked myself. Was I going. Coral sprawled back on the couch, clicking to through the TV channels with bored indifference.There was a knock on the door."Who is it?" called Coral."Room Service, Miss," came the reply.Coral went to the door wondering what this was about. They hadn't ordered anything.Outside the door three staff were waiting. Daniel in his black maids uniform; Lawrence, a manicurist neat in a short pink dress and pink pill box hat and Jerry, one of the hotel spa's masseurs in his short white tunic and tights..