She wasn’t driving anyplace in particular. She almost missed a turn on her way to noplace in particular, but the part of Lila’s mind that seemed t... know where she was going wasn’t about to let her miss a turn. Something about the voice on the other end of the line seemed to bother her, though. She kept thinking about it, even though she knew that it was all just some silly prank call and she shouldn’t let it worry her. She thought she knew the person. But she didn’t know anyone in France. Did. With a last glance at the ceiling, Donna rolled over and went back to sleep.` *She felt whomever she was leaning against get up, and Donna opened her eyes.Their major domo looked like she’d been rode hard and put up wet – bleary eyes, shorts on backwards, short hair a spiky disaster, and her expression was barely-controlled-nausea.“Otter,” she whispered, “you look like shit...”Their disheveled major domo, smelling of alcohol and sex, grimaced in her direction.“Apologies, Milady. But, no rest. Waxman had been very specific that he could bring nothing in with him.Dr. Waxman waited for him just outside the door. He had talked to her a few times getting ready for admission. She was a stunning woman, and she intimated him terribly. It just then hit him that she would see him naked, and he staggered slightly as he walked up to her.For normal therapeutic residents, the incoming women were met by female attendants, and by Norma, naked, and any residents who wanted to act as first-day. I could sense that if I let my pelvis go forward I would feel his erection. We chatted a bit more about our families, brothers and sisters, which felt like a polite way of spending the minimum amount of time together before going onwards. He kissed me again and suggested we get out of the festival site to find more privacy. He said he wanted to give me good hard sex. I agreed right away. I had let myself be taken this far so why not get my satisfaction from it. He seemed like a decent guy so I.