She rose groggily, slipping her lithe body into her dressing gown and making her way downstairs for breakfast. Her mother, father, and sister were in ...he kitchen, her sister Daisy stooped over her breakfast bowl. She was a couple of years younger than herself, but just as pretty. Isabelle walked over to hug her sister.. ‘Morning.’ ‘Morning’ Daisy mumbled through a mouth of cereal. Her father Michael was dressed in a suit and was reading the paper, occasionally taking a sip from his mug or. "Did you know this apartment block has a history!! In fact this floor itself has a history!! Some say that it's haunted but did you know that there were three to four murder cases that happened here??" stated the detective."Oh no!! I had no idea!!! I mean the last landlord of this place didn't tell me about any murder case!!" Mr Grady wasn't sure what the detective was trying to say."Well from what I remembered that this particular floor has such history of such gruesome things!! Some even took. What is going on? This isn’t a bloke. A little sexy teasing is one thing but I should NOT be getting a thrill out of this. But as I considered this oddly unsettling development, somehow it never crossed my mind to just get dressed and forget the whole thing. I was feeling positively horny. It was at that point the bathroom door opened. I panicked. I held the top up to cover myself. I remembered my plan and dropped it. I felt myself redden but I was pleased to see Samantha smile sheepishly and. Maybe this night would turn out better than I had anticipated. I sauntered passed the group towards the bar, swaying my hips in the short skirt that brushed against my stocking tops, feeling their eyes watch my movement, lustfully taking in my long legs and pert little arse. Suddenly, I was stopped in my tracks by a voice I thought I recognized but couldn't quite place."Woah, check out that nice piece of ass," he said, obviously the ringleader of the little group, speaking loud enough that he.