A black, fully restored 1971 Mustang Mach 1, convertible of course, rumbled into the driveway.  Samantha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82878.msg3658431#msg3658431) double checked the address Inky had given her.  This was the right place, but Inky had never told her the place would be so... luxurious.  When Inky suggested the getaway for Sam she thought it'd be some nice place along the beach, quiet and secluded.  She shrugged.  She was here and she needed the escape.<br/><br/>Samantha found a spot to park her car.  She reached up, removed the clip holding her long blonde locks up and shook out her hair.  If fell in large, soft, perfect curls.  She grinned at herself in the mirror.  "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." She murmured to herself.  Sam grabbed her one bag and headed for the door.  She'd chosen tight, bootcut jeans that rode low on her hips.  Low enough, that in the white tank top just the hint of her tattoo was visible.  The heals of her boots made a satisfying click with each brisk step along the sidewalk to the door.  Inky had told her not to bother knocking but just to go right in so she did.  The home was impressive and more than opulent.  Unable to decide which way to go she stood in the entry way for a moment taking everything in.