Even from the neighboring guy's bathroom, he could hear the sudden sound from the girl's bathroom. It sounded like a cross between a scream and a moan... He wasn't quite sure what had happened to Sandy, or what she felt, but the sound was enough to know she felt something.Warren quickly left the bathroom and waited just outside the bathroom. He wanted to see what Sandy looked like when she came out.As it turned out, he had to wait awhile. Every other girl he had seen in there came out first, and. ”“Just don’t disturb anything,” Ann warned. “Remember, sound carries better in water.”Finally, her craft was as far under the obstruction as she could get it, Arlene set her controls to hover as both young women nervously waited.“What happened,” the AI suddenly asked in a voice that seemed way too loud under the circumstances.“Sssshhh,” both girls hissed out. Then in a whisper, Ann continued, “Do you want to get us killed?”“What’s going on?” the AI demanded, but at a much-reduced volume.“We’re. If anything, I was the victim. Not complaining, mind you. But what would I say the next time we met? Do I acknowledge what happened or say nothing? Were we lovers now? Did I want to be her lover? (That was easy to figure out; I trembled over the thrill of her conquest of me. I love my wife but this was sexual excitement like I hadn’t experienced in years.) Would she want me as a lover, or was this just an act based on mutually assured destruction?I heard the sound of running water from. ” We left the gallery and walked down the street, thankfully a downhill slope, my large folio case, though lighter than an hour before was awkward and laden with many samples still. As we got to the café and entered I noticed the comfortable setting, about thirty tables randomly located in the large room, and small booths along each side. We stood watching for a table or booth to open up, as even in the post lunch rush time, the place was still full. As luck would have it a.