"I'm really nervous," he admitted, watching my face and I knew Jeremy half-expected me to laugh at him, but I didn't. We were both scared, which would...explain why we'd been talking about stupid stuff for twenty minutes."Do you want to?" I asked him gently."Want to ... What?" Touch me," I said, clearing my throat and I'd never felt so shy in my life. It felt weird. "I won't tell on you." You won't?" Jeremy didn't know if he should smile or laugh or what. Probably he thought I was joking and a. It is hell, I am in the darkest corners of Hades. I look, I fantasise, but I can never touch; we have laws about that sort of thing. Some of the girls have moved on from their partners of Valentine's Day decadence, others have not, but the same short skirts and hosiery still teases me suggesting at the succulence contained underneath. I try not to look, and I ignore them, hoping that the distractions will go and focus on the burning glare of my computer monitor. It will be home time in two. The next Tube leaving with the right connections wasn't leaving for a few hours so when Weird arrived we huddled up with Allison and she told them pretty much everything she'd already told me."How long have they been doing this?" Mike asked. "Forcing girls into going pro, I mean." Never that I know of," Allison answered sounding flustered. "Yeah, there were a number of the girls who did it but it was never forced that I knew of. There're some rooms in the back where they can take their clients. ..Whoa...There! It’s there!Okay, now you know it’s up and you’ll have something to read after work.Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m reading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied.