“We’re going to a room where we use the hose a lot to clean filthy patients. We call it the wet room,” said Dr. Singh as she pushed the imobaliz...d humiliated nurse Malani.Going around the corner they encounter a room that looks like a some kind of therapy room where water is used. Along the wall were hoses and ceramic stalls. Dr. Singh pushed nurse Malani into the largest of the stalls a male intern was waiting there dressed up in surgery scrubs and has a surgical mask on to disguise his. "No, and I'm not looking forward to it this time either. It's a nasty dangerous place," he said."Well it's my job to be sure you are safe, so we should try to work together." I suggested."Sweetie, I'm almost seventy years old. You don't need to bullshit me. I heard a rumor on the dock that you were running guns. I don't care, but I do want it known that I am not going to die for your guns." He spoke english with an accent. My guess was that he was Greek or maybe Italian."Well, I hope it doesn't. It’s like a last chance to have some romantic time away. I was reading about the baby-moon packages offered by the Eagles Club and Spa. It would be nice to go there and be pampered.”“The Eagles? Do you have any idea how expensive that place is?”“How expensive?” Janet asked.“Rob took me there for an anniversary a few years back. We had the most basic room and it still was three hundred a night with a two-night minimum. Their least expensive spa package is two hundred, and three hundred for. You’re a very sexy woman.” “Slapper,” Lisa and I said in unison. “You only got your end away ‘cause you frightened them off at the last minute.” The first to laugh this time was the bloke at the next table. Jen looked over at him, and smiled. “Tell me something,” she said to him. “If you stood up right now, would you have an embarrassing tent in your jeans?” He nodded, reddening. “Thought so.” She turned back to us. “So Mike finished me off, which in the circumstances, was the least he could.