There was a table against one wall with two VT-100 terminals set up on it. The main desks were against the two windows on the back wall; not that ther... was much of a view out of the windows, just the rock face where the area for the Elec Eng building had been cut away from the side of the hill. But at least there were windows which let in some natural light.The arrangement of the room seemed fine; Trevor had already taken the desk on the left hand side, leaving me with the remaining desk. I. I realized I'd walked through my front door, with Tommy still right behind me. "Can I have my picture back, Becky?" Guiltily, I looked up from the picture I'd been staring at and forced myself to look at his face instead of his crotch. "'Ms. Thatcher,' Tommy." Was there a bulge there? He grinned. "You want to see it, don't you, Becky?" I tried to moisten my lips with a tongue suddenly gone dry.Casually he unfastened his belt and slowly slid it free of his jeans. He began unbuttoning his fly.. "Dirty girl," he growled softly, "Too bad its just my finger in that delicious mouth."I smiled at him, but he was too distracted and didn't see it. He was doing a shoulder check before merging onto the freeway where hundreds of other cars were also driving. He tugged his finger from my mouth, and let my own taste linger. "And if it wasn't just your finger in my mouth...?" I bravely asked."Then we'd probably have been in an accident by now. I'm a good driver, but it'd be hard to concentrate on. ‘There are drinks in the library, sir,’ a dark suit said. He knew this was what was expected. He was to go to the library while the luggage search was carried out. Robin somewhat grimly smiled his thanks and made his way to the library, a vast room lined with books that looked as if their red and gold jackets had never been touched. A dark suit stood behind a bar. He was not actually wearing a dark suit but the black trousers and white shirt of a barman, but everything about him shouted ‘dark.