’ ‘Damn, you know everything about these people.’ ‘It’s my job to know, Freddie.’ ‘Which room is it?’ ‘Our target is in room 103 and...last night I paid the room service clerk, a friend of mine, to deliver them a special cocktail laced with sleeping pills.’ Dave looked at his watch. ‘I gave them enough pills to put them out for a while. They still should be sleeping soundly.’ Dave and I got out of the car and walked to the room and inserted the pass key that he received from his friend who works. I can see her, seated at the desk. She is laughing, her perfect white teeth. There is color here, her arms outstretched, offering her embrace. I touch her hands, bringing them within my own… so beautiful, so perfect. She presses her lips against my forehead, the warmth penetrating my skin. Vanilla, lavender, her smell is a part of me. I stand slowly… looking left, than right… where is the door? Where is the bathroom? This house, so cold, so distant, the tiny hairs of my arms on end. Am I alone?. I have other ideas. My pace increases to the primal animal level as my thrusts became even more intense. Slamming her body into the bed until the bed springs creaked in protest at the hammering strokes that invaded her. She had never been fucked like this until she met me. Sex with me is brutal, primeval and punishing. She feels the savage primal beast that is surging through my body as I drew back for each terrifying stroke. It is like I'm trying to tear her in half. Forcing myself up through. " It calls itself The MUSE. That is all we could get out of him on that topic." Muse, that involves inspiration and stories, books. Yet how can something like that affect us here ... Oh no, no way ... That would be too funny." What, Tam, what would be too funny."She laughed and laughed until tears were running down her face and she couldn't catch her breath. B'rill got a bucket and filled it from a nearby fountain, running back he dumped the cold water over Tamalains head. The cold shock.