Trent wasn’t quite sure what to think when entering the last apartment in the fire- engulfed building. All he comprehended was to carry the lady, wearing fishnet stockings, black stilettos, G-string and pasties, to safety on the ground floor. He had no time to ask Cloe, his sister, wore the scant clothing meant for a stripper and why the strange man, carried out by Jerry a few minutes earlier, was in her room and bound in cuffs and naked. He wasn’t Atwood, her fiancé. Maneuvering down the stairs, he witnessed the ceiling begin to crumble, flames bounding down the steps.
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