Mark walked back outside wondering about what Connor had asked. Thinking about it, it seemed entirely right that Benjamin Moore would have built a safe room, or a whole series of them somewhere on the Island. If he had, surely it would be a priority that Henry would take them aside and show them where it was and how to access it.He was still frowning as he exited the building to find Jasmine on the phone. She hung up as soon as she spotted him and walked over to join him."That was fast.""Yeah, he just ripped through the list, separating them into two piles," Mark explained. "Good guys and wanks.""Oh for Gods sake," Jasmine muttered."Told me to come back when we know what we're doing, where we're going and what type of protection we'll need," Mark added."Okay, that's not bad, I guess," She said, flicking through the folder. "Five? There was twenty two profiles in there."Mark shrugged.

Mark's eyes flickered over her shoulder as he spotted Maddy, Myra, Heidi and Garius arriving."Oh wow," He murmured, seeing Myra's new hairstyle. Gone was the long, curls. In it's place was something new and very eyecatching. Her hair was straight, without a single curl in sight, and it reminded Mark of Jennifer Annistons hairstyle in the latter years of Friends, although it was more sharply angled at the ends. It shone in the sun, all black, straight and sleek.Jasmine echoed his sentiment a moment later. "That really suits her. I see they haven't done much with Maddy's hair though."Mark looked at her hair as they approached. He could see that it had softer lines to it, a lot more feminine in a subtle way, and that it really suited her softer features. "No, they have. They've made it suit her more than it did before."Mark greeted his sisters, complimenting them both on their hair. Myra just shrugged it off, whil

Dinner was a bit more fun than it was the night before. It didn't take long before the girls were telling Garius and Mister Yousef about Mark's impromptu meeting in the bath earlier, and teasing him about his unorthodox management style. Mark took it all in good stead, promising to hold his next impromptu meeting in the pool so they could all join him.The conversation soon turned to the events of the next day though, specifically the funeral. Benjamin Moore was to be buried in a small grove on the north side of the Island, as per his own wishes, and guests would begin arriving from mid morning until right up to the start of the ceremony at three in the afternoon.It was Maddy who asked who the incoming guests were first, and Heidi pulled out a binder from beside her chair, handing out copies of the guest list to each of them. Mark glanced down at his, and his eyes widened as he recognised many of the names on it.There was to be ac

He walked through to his bedroom, stripped off and slid into bed, and just as he was reaching for the light, he heard Jasmine say, "Wait."Mark got a fright. He didn't even know she was in the room, sat in the chair she'd been in earlier when he got changed, the notepad still in her lap."Fuck. I didn't even know you were there," He said, when he'd settled back down under the sheet."I've just about got a first draft cobbled together for tomorrow," She said, standing up and walking over to the bed."Let's see it."She handed him the notepad, and as he lay there reading, she hopped up on the other side of the bed, stretching out beside him.It was seriously messing with Mark's concentration, her being on the bed beside him, him being naked under the single sheet, but he kept dragging his mind back on the task at hand."This is pretty good," He said finally."Only pretty good?" She said,

Henry laughed as Myra darted out the room, pausing only to scoop up her robe before darting out the door. She closed it quietly, taking advantage of the freshly oiled locks and hinges he had ordered completed earlier that day just so he could enter and leave without making any noise.He looked down at the semen covering his stomach and groin, feeling it cooling on his skin after he'd jerked off to some real live incest, an unanticipated pleasure that had turned him on immensely."Who would have thought that you'd be such a fucking slut, Myra," He murmured, smiling. "Fucking your own brother in the dark, thinking no-one would know? But I do, and I've got it on video."As he fastened up his trousers he watched Mark wandering around his suite, searching for his mystery visitor until eventually he stopped in Jasmine's doorway."Go on, dick. Wake her up and ask her, then see how she reacts," He said quickly, leaning forward in an