This is a work of Fiction and will have an additional chapter.Thank you for your comments.This is the third installment of a story I began in January....The plot issettled but the scenes and details have required more time thananticipated. The curve of the plot is shifting to the couple Maris andJon (aka serge).I hope the readers will pardon my errors of grammar.SixThe dead air of the cell call was my last discussion with the woman Iwas in love with. Her needs were not quite aligned with my. A couple of the bride insisted that their bridal beds from the big house be taken apart and reassembled in the smaller cabins but none of the brothers objected eager to make their female partners comfortable in the horizontal position on a big wide bed large enough for some spirited indoor playtime.Sheila didn't get pregnant but she had almost the same experience in helping the disinterested Ruth in tending hers. The little girl Molly started to even call Sheila "Mommy" but Ruth was much more. The 40-year-old nurse was a big woman, about 5’8″ , still single, who lived through the girls she took care of in school. She had plenty of experience helping young girls with their adolescent problems. Shanti asked, “Laxmi, please tell me what is on your mind?”“I’ve been having dreams, fantasies, which I can’t get out of my mind. I wonder if I should see someone, a psychologist, because it is getting hard to concentrate on my schoolwork.”“But, Laxmi, you are at the top of your class. What is. After the door closed, she hit the button for what seemed like the forty-third floor, and the elevator immediately dropped like a rock. I was expecting us to get some air with how fast it moved, but it didn’t feel like we were moving at all.“Inertial dampeners are built into the elevators,” Zaszi said from beside me. “It allows them to move, much much quicker.”That much was obvious, the elevator had stopped moving before she even stopped talking.When the doors opened, the woman began leading us.