"No. It's on in less than a minute." He aimed the remote at the television and the screen blinked on. Rebecca scrunched up on the couch, hugging hi... knees expectantly as the announcer's voice introduced the daily dose of female silliness. "And now, welcome to the steamy world of strong men and beautiful women, where all your dreams will come true-- the world of The Young Lovers!"Smedley couldn't stand this idiocy, but it was a staple for Rebecca. It was the one outlet the boy-girl was. On the weekend they drew one of each. “Charles Crawford scored in Hartford,” could be a sentence. The task would be for each to find the right place to plant the gossip in such a way that it would become an accepted fact by the next weekend. If the gossip was traced back to the originator, however, the game was over. Permanently.The trick, Yousef discovered immediately, was not to be malicious. There were multiple definitions of the word “scored,” for example. Scored a point in a game, scored. A kindly soul approavched her and said “ don’t worry as most of us have no idea why we are here, or for how long, but you will get used to it I am sure”. “As your new here and not one of the young ones, it may be a day or two before the studs her start to pay you attention, but if they do you should undress yourself first as they will just rip off your finery”. The prospect of having these ruffians sticking their pox ridden cocks inside her sent a shudder down her spine, but at the same time. The sun was slipping towards the horizon. I was antsy, not having moved enough during the long trip down.Callie, despite being lost in thought at what she’d learned, appeared to be okay, flashing me easy smiles every time she caught me studying her.A cab dropped us at another mid-level yet expensive hotel two blocks from the waterfront. I wanted to walk, to burn off nervous energy. After depositing our bags in the nicely appointed room, we left.I set a fast pace. Callie had no problem keeping.