Staring at the room's small television instead of the ceiling for a change, Callisto flipped through the channels, just like she'd been doing all night. She knew that she should be sleeping, but every time she closed her eyes there were (I kinda like you...cool, smoothly muscled, flesh under fingertips...This, now, it's nice) images, and she found ( Read more... )

Callisto stared at the ceiling. The way the bed was set up she could have examined the sparsely furnished room without much effort, but she didn't want to. Not again. Ceilings, at least, were meant to be blank ( Read more... )