It doesn't ring. What do you expect? It's three in the morning - anyone with any sense is in their bed and we don't expect any new admissions until at...least 6 o'clock.The time drags by. Four o'clock and the guests are all asleep as far as the video screens show. Every so often one of them will turn in her sleep, pull against her chains or whatever and wake herself up for a few moments. It usually only takes a day or so for them to learn that it ain't no good making a fuss, so they just lie. Denise showered and hopped into a jean skirt and a nice blouse, adjusted her makeup a bit, and hopped in the car for the ten-minute drive to "Harlequin". The place was pretty deserted, she saw while parking her car, so she figured she and Kathleen wouldn't be staying there very long.The hostess let her in the door, and she looked around the small, poorly-lit bar. Two other patrons were in the place-- one, an older guy wearing a golf hat, was watching the Chicago Bulls lose to the Detroit. I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”“I’ll wait here.”Matt turned to Amanda with a confused look on his face and said, “Didn’t you just say your bladder was bursting?”“Oh it is,” she said with a mischievous smile, “but I want to do something special for you, so I am going to hold it until we get home.”I was absolutely stunned. Amanda had always been very reluctant to participate in my female desperation fetish.“Don’t just stand there gawking. Go to the bathroom and be quick about it. I can’t hold it. Wilson smiled at her teasing at him, "I would've had I been able to find you. Such a busy girl. Of course it's expected of someone like you."Crystal grinned a sneaky grin. She always tricked him into saying stuff like that. Stuff he wasn't supposed to, but she knew he wanted to. Little innuendos hinting at how attractive he thought she was. Crystal paced around the room, examining the posters and maps she had seen many times, thinking of the next way she could corner Wilson into admitting his.