The door at the far end, which presumably led to ground floor flats, was halfway off its hinges.Progress up was by way of stairs or either of two lift...s. Martine summoned one of them with the press of an illuminated, arrowed button. Machinery ground, but the carriage took a while to arrive.Martine didn't speak while they waited, and Dominic couldn't think of anything useful or chatty to say, so he contented himself with watching the numbers slowly fall on the lighted panel above him. The. His breath caught and his heart started pounding in his chest. He handed her the roses as a look of surprise crossed her face. Then he handed her the packet of letters. “I’m John Henry Bartlett III,” he began. “Bart.” A flush sprang to her cheek and she grabbed the doorway for support. “You may have heard stories about my grandfather, John Bartlett, Senior, who I believe was once in love with your grandmother.” “Oh, my God…” she said. “Are these my letters?” John nodded. Rose flushed even. For the first time I didn’t have a girl running through my imagination.”“Ahh, ok.”“At any rate, I feel better now. Thinking about you still gets me going some although I don’t think you’re as attractive as, say, Sara.”“Well, that’s interesting.”“I was thinking about coming back over and running some experiments with you.”That sounded both amazing and scary at the same time. I almost lost myself picturing things we could do together and my hunger howled at me. “What if we get carried away?” A. Inside, she quickly went into the first stall available and closed the door, latching it securely. It was crazy! It was insane! She hiked up her skirt and pulled down her thong, and sat down on the toilet to pee, but then she opened her purse and stared at what her brother had bought her in the adult store. It was a remote-control vibrating egg.It took her a minute to open the packaging up and figure it out, and then she had to insert batteries, both into the egg and into the remote-control.