......30 months later.I walked across the white tiled floor the sound of my 5-inch white heelson my shoes clicking as I walked along. I had a white ca...vas skirt on athree-inch slit at the back, a cream blouse clung to my body. My make-upwas light to suit the heat my hair a mass of blonde curls based on a lookRhianna had in a magazine I had seen. A light cream jacket was slung overone arm a white leather Moschino bag hung from my shoulder. Behind me thehotel porter pulled two cases as we. He was asking if one of the 'girls' felt like going rounds with the guys. Melissa was unaware, that, just behind her, Martin and Robert were pointing down at the 62 sexpot. The MC pointed at Melissa,"Miss, something tells me that you might be interested in such attention."She quickly looked around. Martin, Robert and Christopher were looking straight ahead, expressionless, with their hands now beside them or crossed behind their backs. They gave her the 'you need something?' look of assistance.. My excitement built at the thought of being watched as I stroked myself in the raw, illuminated by the dim glow of the video screen. I knew I was being watched. Soon a finger of a white male came through the hole and made a "come here" gesture. I knew exactly what he meant. My heart was pounding, I was sweating, and my hands were cold. Should I do this? I wanted to so badly, and have wanted to for a long, long time, but I was always afraid of catching something. What if the police were. I had gotten a cold, one of those stay in bed for days, flat on your back kinds of colds, that allows you to do nothing but sneeze, sniffle and suffer. I had called Barry to make sure that someone would take care of the experiments that I had in progress. Barry brought me the results and been appalled at the way I was living. He had also called an ambulance and had me admitted to the hospital. The cold was really pneumonia.While I was recovering, he visited me. He scolded me, telling me that I.