<div style="text-align: justify;">Marie was really curious about what Diane would say. The young woman would be a fool if she didn't choose Shane over that man. A woman would have to be really stupid to choose a man who hit her over such a nice young gentleman. It wasn't her place to say anything,though. She was just a chamber maid, and the woman was a guest at the hotel. With a sigh, Marie recognized she couldn't to much and acquiesced to Diane's words.<br/><br/>"Very well, madame", the woman replied.<br/><br/>"If you excuse me", she added before leaving the room. There wasn't much to do now, other than wait, and maybe comfort the poor boy a little.<br/><br/>Deciding that it would be a good idea to do so, Marie went down to Shane's room and knocked, hoping she could keep the boy company, or at least check on him.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>The Italian Lady was furious with Rich. That man had an ego that could rival La Tour Eiffel in size, and no clue that he was not nearly as good as he though he was. He was so boring to her she would have considered marrying him and then taking up a younger lover. As it was, though, Rich wouldn't even be any good for her as a husband. <br/><br/>Fighting the temptation to kiss the man, the Lady winked at Rich and started pleasuring him, using her lips and fingers.<br/><br/>She obviously had as much experience as a prostitute, but none of the vulgarity normally associated with the profession.<br/><br/>"Do you enjoy it, my lord and king?", she would ask him every time she gave him something new to experience.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Pierre had to admit he felt just a little bad to know that Martin had to die. The Actor was so handsome, and so good in bed, Pierre would have liked to keep him for a little longer. Of course, he knew he couldn't even dream of that, and should do as he was told. As he was being handsomely paid to do.<br/><br/>At least he wouldn't have to stain his hands with Martin's blood - not literally, at least. He would just have to hand Martin a little night cap, and let him go to sleep and never wake up again. Simple, easy, and hopefully painless.<br/><br/>When Martin asked Pierre if he would see him again tomorrow night, Pierre sighed almost imperceptibly. No, they wouldn't meet again tomorrow, unless Martin wouldn't drink his night cap. But Pierre suspected he would.<br/><br/>"Why not?", Pierre asked, nibbling on Martin's lower lip. "Would  you like to take a little night cap back to your room?", the Frenchman suggested casually. "It's just something I use when I have a hard time falling asleep. I believe it will help you too, in case you need some help in that department".<br/><br/>After this offer, Pierre remained where he was, running his fingers through Martin's hair, as though he was in no rush at all to get up.</div>