Walking along a corridor past other rooms, we heard a yell that could only have come from Jo. Tom smiled, ?Sounds like she’s not learning to go with...the flow,? and I agreed with him. We sat, both of us naked, drinking our tea in a small kitchenette area on the same floor and talked. He learned a little of my life and I began to get some idea of the training we would get and found out that Jo and I were only the most recent of many ‘acquisitions’ he’d had to deal with. ?They nearly all come in. 'you are such a good boy' granny caroline said to me.Granny caroline is in her late 70s and lives on her own. She is a petite lady, like karen altho obviously not as pert as karen, altho ive never looked at granny caroline like I do karen.We walked the short distance back to my house and I helped her into my car, as she sat down and went to slide round into the seat her skirt rode up alittle'ohhh I hope your not looking, as I don't want to blind you' granny caroline laughed. I just smiled at. We decided to take rest in the classroom itself which was on the second floor. I didn’t know what the door keeper was doing in the ground floor. After an hour, I went down to check the main door of our department. There was complete silence. Careless door keeper locked us from outside.I went back to the classroom and told that story to anjali. She said, “Oh god. Its now impossible to come out before tomorrow morning”. She said so because, in our department, there is no mobile connectivity. We. They would never understand; especially Andrea. There had to be something she could say ... there had to be.As Andrea and Scott left for school, Jeanette picked up the phone and called The Wagon Wheel. There was no answer at this early hour, and she left a message on the answering machine that she wouldn't be in today and that she would call later to explain. She was deeply afraid that if Brent had left her, she would have to provide for herself and the children and she would need a job. This.