Furthermore, she was completely nude. Looking around, she saw she was in a windowless basement room with a closed door on the far wall."Owen!" Susan c...lled out. "Help! Please!"A few minutes later, the door opened and the three of them entered: Owen, Duane, and that quiet woman from dinner.The woman was carrying a video camera on a tripod. She set it up near the door and pointed the camera at the bed on which Susan was lying."Leave us, Cunt," Duane said to the girl."Yes, Master," she whispered. My human host must have been a terribly lonely frightened soul to befriend such an alien people but I knew I was prejudging the whole issue. 'Wait and see' was the best policy. In the middle of the 'night' I heard her whimpering softly and I knocked gently on her door. There was instant silence followed by a nervous 'Whoisit?' "Who do you think it is?" I replied a little impatiently. "Wait a minute!" The door eased back a fraction before a heavy chain-bolt stopped its progress. "What d'you. By the time our food arrived at the table, she had managed to turn our conversation to my life story, such as it was, up to the moment I stepped off the train. I held nothing back – unusual for me, as I was usually most uncomfortable speaking about myself in those days – but she seemed genuinely interested, asking pointed questions when she wished for clarification on one point or another.(Even as I write this, thinking back over my life, I believe that was the longest conversation I've ever. The doors passed. 630 . . . 631 . . . I needed to stop dwelling on her, find someone else. . . . 633 . . . 634 . . . I could probably get laid tonight if I called my ex, the art student with daddy issues. . . . 636 . . . I stopped and faced her door. Was she even home? Would she even want to see me. That made me feel better. I had probably pissed her off. With that thought, I turned and started back. The door opened. “Hey, Jack,” a familiar voice said. “Where ya going, Jack?” Slowly, I turned.