<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos looked once more at the sterile apartment. What this apartment definitely needed was some filthy male to change its appearance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You know what? I wondered all the time what would happen if someone disturbed this sterile perfection. I guess I am to find out..."</span><br/><br/>He walked into the room without removing his shoes and he made himself comfortable on the couch, putting his shoes on the table and switching on the TV. He flicked through the channels until he found a baseball game and sighed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Does this place offer beer and chips or only coke and booze?"</span><br/><br/>He gave her some look, that clearly told to better run and to bring some beer for him. It was a test, Carlos wasn't really interested in the game, but he knew that something was off with Stevens. And he had no idea yet, but this sterile environment and her meek attitude made him want to hurt her again. He had not forgotten how she had asked for punishment in the club and in the car. Her words were not forgotten, just put aside.</div>