I looked back at Kurt and smiled, "What about Greg?" He shrugged, "He'll probably figure it out, but I'm sure he's got himself busy playing some video...game with the guys."I closed the door behind me. I figured that since he had so many memories from his college years there, I might as well give him one as well. I walked over to the stereo and flipped the stations until I found a beat I liked. I turned to see his eyes were on me. I began to sway with the music as I walked towards him. I ran my. There was no WC inside. In fact there was nothing in there at all. Clyde pointed to the right hand wall where there was a life size painting of a naked woman on her knees. The Marilyn Monroe look alike face had her bright red lips open and there was a round hole where her mouth was.After telling Jean to take a good look he then showed her into the right hand cubicle. There was an upholstered leather kneeling pad facing the left hand wall on which was painted a picture of a naked muscular young. Young’s class but she wasn’t paying any attention. Terence hadn’t shown up yet and she was feeling disappointed. Not that he had promised her or something. But she still expected him there. She toyed with her pencil as she stared blankly at her teacher. ‘Missed me?’ a whisper made her gasp. Lucky, she was sitting at the back of the class or else, the teacher would have heard her. She whirled towards her side and caught his brilliant green gaze. He had a lazy smile on his face and his hair was. She filled her mind with that thought, allowed it to possess her, not opening her eyes to challenge herself with actually seeing those strangers, but growing - resigned - no, that wasn’t it - accustomed? - no - content, yes, content, that was it - that that should be so.And at that moment she heard a small ?snick? and felt a slight tug at her choker, and she could feel that Ayla had reached up surreptitiously through the slats of her chair to leash her. She had not known Ayla had brought the.