’ ‘You said you could hear them yelling.’ ‘They were yelling about you. She kept yelling that he promised.’ ‘Anything else?’ ‘I didn�...t hear them too well. She yelled something about files and promises. And he yelled about her being a slut and then he hit her.’ ‘Files? What files?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Synergistics?’ ‘No! Just you and promises.’ ‘What are you going to do now?’ ‘Go to Mother’s and see if we can find Aimee. I’m worried about her.’ ‘Give me a call if you do.’ ‘All right.’ She stood. Lastly she unzipped his skirt and let it dropto his ankles. He was now completely naked.She had to admire his figure, especially his bottom waving invitinglybefore her. A temptation she was not going to resist. The first hard slaphe was not expecting. He started like a frightened filly but both wristsand ankles stayed held. Then she worked him over with a mixture of softand hard slaps and some soft stroking and teasing between his thighs. "Isthis what my Eve did to those mums at the s?ance?". Catherine was composed, quite lovely, elegantly dressed, and overwhelmingly desirable. I was one of the chosen three, along with the man who was organising the evening. The Arranger. I went up to Room 319 at the appointed time, and joined the other three men in suits, and took a glass of the offered champagne. Catherine came out from the bedroom alcove, dressed in an outfit that screamed lust, celebration, and unfettered womanhood. She wore six inch blood red high heels, the black tight bodice,. Clearly synthetic, but with a timbre and pitch carefully calibrated to be pleasant and soothing to the human ear. Although its volume was gentle, it filled the room completely. There were no speakers, micro-adjustments of artificial gravity vibrated the hull to produce sound... a disembodied voice with no clear source. Selena forced herself to unclench her jaw and calmly attached it to the nearest wall, supported by its magnetic backing. She had been reviewing and signing off on hourly status.