It’s either that or she is having trouble picking her outfit.”Morgan smiled. “One or the other is true. If she doesn’t come with us, it will b...e her choice. I had told her to pack for church. We’ll see.’My parents came in next. My dad’s eyes widened upon seeing Morgan. My mother exclaimed, “Morgan, you look great! Evan, you look better from standing close to her.” I grinned and shuffled closer to Morgan.My parents grinned at us. A couple of moments later, Susan walked into the room. Morgan said,. . Sara Mitchell. Must be my lucky day. Sara is not your average office slave. She was a beauty. Certainly didn't deserve to be stowed away here in the corner of nowhere slaving at a computer, entering data all day. It was a damn tragedy.But there she was... Sitting there. Waiting. Waiting for me, as a matter of fact! I knocked on the door so as not to startle her. She jumped anyway. None of us really knew anything about her... Except that she was hot. And to an IT guy, that’s all that mattered. 69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??. Lisa just looked blankly ahead not answering."He was passed out on the couch drunk, when he saw me he thought I wasyou, he just grabbed me and hugged me. He actually started to cry, hekept apologizing, saying he didn't mean what he said, that he wassorry."Lisa was still looking blankly ahead not answering.I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Lisa, come on,please, it's alright."Lisa just stared ahead, I could see his eyes starting to fill withtears. He just sat there for a.