) Then, she helped prepare the table, and while doing so, told her aunt what had happened.Her aunt took pause, staring at Rayna, then feeling her fore...head: no apparent feverishness.(You see: Rayna suffered from a rare disorder that prevented her from perspiring, which would be great if she became a TV or film star, but it causes her to become feverish unless she constantly takes showers or baths, hence her affinity for cool ocean breezes and ofcourse, the water itself.The doctors agreed that,. She knew it was a bad idea, as nothing more could really come of it, but she couldn’t resist.She scooted a little closer and asked, “Hold me?”Will raised his arm above his head, allowing her to scoot in and lay hers on his broad chest. He then slipped his arm around her, and stroked her butt. They lay together, listening to the sounds of the night for a while, and then a thought occurred to her.“Did you know I was here?”“Huh?”“Did you know I come here? Is that why you came?”He shook his. He grabbed his ignition signature out of his pants pocket and made for the door.?You?re bluffing!? cried the girl. Without looking back he slammed the door on the way out, leaving the girl defiantly standing in the middle of the small hotel room. Outside, there was the sound of a HOV lifting off but she was not worried. He would not leave without her. He couldn?t! He wouldn?t dare!Now it was a waiting game to see who would give in first. She would not lose. He would give in. He had to. No one. Dana Jones never went to a meeting unprepared. "There's always the re-runs," she muttered, flicking open the cover. Inside, mug shots of Cranton-Smith and his alleged victim, Angela Martin stared at her, along with the preliminary police reports and copies of the statements made at the station. There was another file and two CDs. The reports recounted what had happened after the emergency services received the first 911 call. Agents had driven to the address and found the victim lying naked on.