Mark reaches the 19th floor and walks out as the lifts doors open he startsto walk down the corridor looking at every number 360, 361, 362, 363, 364,3...65 and bingo! 366 he takes out his key and slowly enters it into the keyhole he looks at the door and smiles as he slowly turns the key unlockingthe door, he slowly pushes the door open and enters the room he turnsaround puts the “do not disturb” sign on the door as he slowly closes it,slowly he walks around the hotel room looking around the place. . uhhh...” He looked at her nametag. “Chrissie? Nod your head if your name is Chrissie.”The middle-aged brown-haired woman nodded at him, her glazed expression clearing up slightly as she focused on him.“Chrissie, stand on one leg.”She lifted one leg and balanced in place.“Now hop up and down. Stop. Do a handstand. Whoops, lemme help ... Oh, god, sorry about that. Bad idea. Let’s get you upright again.”Chrissie’s skirt had fallen to cover her head and torso when she did her handstand, exposing. Ft. home. The master bedroom has an attached reading room\office. The other three bedrooms are on the other side of the house and share two baths.”CC was surprised when I showed her the back yard. The large patio had an outdoor kitchen, and the entire yard had a seven-foot privacy fence.CC told me she was 24, and up until the day before yesterday, a computer graphics artist for a small children’s software company. She was engaged to the son of the owner, and when he wanted to start their sex. Where the hell are my clothes? She sat up, clutching one of those sheets to herself—not that it did her much good, as it turned out, the sheets were sheer. Cypress folded herself up, trying to cover herself, and took a look around the room. Although it was a place most extraordinary, with its gauzy drapes hanging everywhere and lamps made of faintly glowing crystal, it was hard to take her eyes off the woman sitting on a divan not too far away. Ephasia, she remembered suddenly. What on earth…?.