. I clicked on the recruitment e-mail I had been reading earlier, -what's her name again?-Emma...I scanned the candidates statements and found her. ...here was a picture of a nice blonde, blue eyes. -Emma, 26 years old, I read, -Good experience in admin/reception duties... I looked up at Dan. -Pretty girl. I said. He nodded.-And she really needs this job? I asked. He nodded again. -Her old place just shut down unexpectedly, they tuned up one day to locked doors.-Hmmm, I remembered. Milo then kicked for the balls and as the man doubled over Milo brought up one knee to the man’s chin. The man straightened up. Milo then gave the coup de grace with a straight punch into the man’s solar plexus. He went down in a heap unconscious on the floor. Aretha asked if Milo was all right. Only a glancing blow had landed, but Milo thought he might have broken a bone in his hand. Aretha helped Milo drag the man out of the office into the waiting area. They locked the office and left the. It was not any cooler than the air hanging motionless in the room. One small consolation crossed her mind, at least the beast was rendering air that moved. The latch on the window had refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room, ten floors off the ground, sentenced to die a slow death by melting.The exertion of yanking at the stubborn window unleashed a lone bead of sweat from the rear of her jaw. A bead that trickled down her neck, collecting. Then she knelt beside the bed again and whispered, "Did you like what you saw." I was speechless for a moment and then I said, "Oh yes, you are so beautiful." "I'll bet you're really feeling nasty now," She said in an uneven voice, "I know I am." "Oh man," I said I am so horny now I just want to get off." "Me too," she whispered in my ear. I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she continued, "Do you know what I'm going to do when I go back in my room?" "I can guess," I said. "I'm going to take.