Gantungan Tas Di Kamar Novels & Stories

He then closed the door after all his instructions. "We also installed to other bedrooms. Red buttons are in the same locations. Two buttons per room," He really looks like a soldier. In posture, in tone, and in his aura. He moves like a soldier and spoke like a general. "We also installed it in the living room. The one is under your center table, the other is at the side of your cabinet, the other is at the back of that landscape." He nodded at the picture of the setting sun plastered on my wall.

I let him go off to the bed, he carefully arranges it into the box that came with it, meanwhile kissing it before closing the box. I turn to go. "Good morning darling, will go to bed later." I say to him before exiting his room, closing the door behind him but not locking it this time around. I drop my belongings at the platform in my room, removing my new gun and the permit and placing them inside the drawer. I remove my clothes, tie a white towel around my chest and move to the bathroom.

"Should we check it out?" Randy shook his head. "Too dangerous. Hold this." Handing Cassie his gun, he rifled through the bag. Retrieving the wall tack and micro-cams, he placed one cam above a door frame, pointed towards the entry way to the stairs and then backed up and placed one above the back door by the light, pointed towards the open warehouse floor. Hiding them was a trick, but hopefully it would be dark enough inside that they wouldn't be noticed. Next, he grabbed some wires and planted them in several different places.

The lights are all off and I'm pondering whether to turn them on when I hear Jasmine's voice again. "Three minutes, Mike," she says, helping me make the decision. "We won't know if the camera works unless I turn the light on," I tell her, reaching for the switch. The bedroom has the same heavy sexual aroma as my car and the sheets are messy with several wet spots. "This is obviously where we want the camera," I tell her, looking around for a good spot. "Tell me how much of the room you can see?" I ask placing the camera on the dresser beside the bed, tucking it between a ceramic crock and a small jewelry box.

“Change anything you want.” We unpacked to music and the steady thud of a house breathing. Remy assembled a bookshelf on the balcony in a burst of competence that made me embarrassingly happy to watch; I set my paperbacks into place like little anchors. Todd mounted a pegboard in the closet for my range ear protection and wraps and labeled it H.’s TOOLS because he thinks he’s funny. Jacek installed a second deadbolt, then handed me the keys like he was pinning a medal.

I piled boxes and junk near the equipment so if someone looked in the closet they wouldn't see it. In the bedroom I replaced the ceiling light fixture with one built to hold a tiny video camera and I installed another camera in the drawer of the nightstand on my side of our bed. It isn't really a drawer, just a drawer front, leaving plenty of room for the camera. I turned our TV on to the test channel and adjusted the cameras for best picture and sound quality. Then I shut it all down and did other stuff. Charlene was supposed to get off work at four. At three she called.

The sound of water hitting a body echos out from the bathroom. Reaching for the clothes Dane left on the bed, I slip on the red T-shirt and the same color sweatpants. Pulling my clothes off me, I toss them toward the hamper. They both land outside. But I seriously don't feel like going over to pick it up. Sitting in bed is not entertaining. At all. Looking around the room, I try to find something to look at. There's red boxing gloves hung up and some trophies, but they don't really pull my eye. Something else.

Empty coffee cups go in the sink, and I stuff the half-eaten box of Mallomars into a cabinet. Anything that seems too personal for my three soon-to-be houseguests to see gets put away in my room. I swear under my breath when I catch sight of the two vibrators on my nightstand, quickly shoving them in a drawer under a pile of sweaters. It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough for short notice, and that’s just going to have to do. A moment later, there’s a knock on the door, and I jump, caught off guard.

I mark where the studs start and end on both sides before placing it in my pocket. “Probably best we hang it on either stud unless you have wall anchors?” “Umm, I’m not sure I know what those even are.” She does that thing again where she wraps her arms around her waist, then reaches up to rub her neck almost nervously. Is she uneasy having me in her bedroom for the same reasons that ran through my head? Because the second I saw her bed, I imagined her arms and legs tied to the brass frame as I took my time exploring her body. The thought of her trembling beneath my touch, completely at my mercy, has me so on edge I’m seconds away from my cock making its presence very known again.

She felt something penetrating her nape and it was too late for her to realized Carson injected her something that makes her feel dizzy and sleepy. "For now, sleep." SHE got up from the bed and massaged her temple. Her eyes darted on where she placed her luggage as far as she remembered. But she found nothing. There was no hint of luggage placed above the sofa-bed where she placed it. Krysie bit her lip in annoyance and went to see the wardrobe inside this room. And the moment she opened the door, it was there. Hanged and properly fixed. Who the hell did this? I can't remember fixing this last night?