..Yes," Stephanie replied after a few seconds' thought. "On thewhole, things definitely worked out for the best. Though it's easy tosay that, being ri...h and famous, heh. My only regret is that I wasn'thonest to my friends and family from the very start. Would've saved aLOT of headaches if I was." Yeah," Sophie mumbled, her mind wandering again as the door at theend of the corridor opened and her counsellor poked her head out."Looks like this is me," Stephanie chuckled. "See you around, Soph-and. I told him I’d consider it, and I dashed off. I had to get my composure back before making a fool of myself.The restaurant was closing and he made another attempt to get me to his room. I asked him, meekly, if I would be safe. He looked at me and grinned. “I guess you will just have to trust me”. I gulped. I could not resist. I asked for his room number. I wrote it down. I told him I would only come there for a massage. He said, “I understand”. Hmmm.I hurried thru closing, and. Once we were in that large stand of woods, they all got VERY quiet and moved slowly and carefully. Of course me, being the utter genius that I am, I ignored all their fear and caution. Real goddamned smart, I am. I was wondering if they were worried about forest hogs, or something. Man, was I wrong. After wandering around for a little while, seeing nothing unusual in particular, three things happened in rapid succession. One, I tripped over an exposed root and fell forward into a very large. In the center was the expected focal point—the examination table. To the nervous patient, the high platform with the black vinyl padded top covered by a sheet of paper that had been pulled from a roll attached to the head part, looked like a torture device.Vicki followed her into the room, closing the door behind them and went over to the counter top with the stainless steel sink in the middle. There were white faced cupboards above and below the slightly darker sort of greenish Formica.