She drifted amongst her guests, wandering from room to room, savouring on the way other previously forbidden delights. Some that you drank. Some you i...haled. Some you sniffed. And always around her the presence of naked or near-naked flesh, feeling her skin against theirs and their skin against hers. And soon she was lying on the grass on the lawn under the artificial night of their artificial world, looking up at the stars beyond the great transparent dome and the massive glory of the nearby. And I have never gone back on a promise with you and your sister EVER . . . whatever you share . . . I will keep to myself.” She looked up at him and smiled.“Thank you!” she whispered hopping up on to the tall bed. “I just don’t want you to think I am like a . . . titillating girl or anything, when you hear what really happened.” He could not believe her choice of words . . . but remembered she was an outstanding writer and with little effort would have come up with this naughty wording . “Not. All those pretty freckles.. I think I'm going to call you Spot. I think it's a good name. Don't you agree Elijah??Elijah looks up and gives a small ?woof? at the mention of his name and then puts his head back down on his massive haunches eyes going back to her, tracking her movements closely.She starts to cry softly again, huge tears rolling down her cheeks and shaking hard- the frustration and the realization of the extent of this wreaking havoc with her senses. His hands are on her again,. At the men's room door Jeremy saw an opportunity. He pushed the bathroom door open but stepped to the maintenance room next to the Men's Room and ducked inside. Listening at the closet door, he heard the bathroom door open only seconds later.Maybe he was paranoid, but Jeremy felt certain that the library people were hunting him. Maybe the false alarm from the first few minutes of his first visit wasn't false anymore.With only seconds to act before they discovered he wasn't taking a dump, Jeremy.