There was no sex, and I think now that the gods are conspiring against me.The other attendants had a good laugh, and I believe, an excellent story to ...epeat at their next gathering. The young attendant had a face so red you could have stopped traffic with it.Sex in the tub was over before it began.I was ready for bed. I think I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. I guess I was allowed to sleep in, for we were on the ground when I awoke. And daylight was still not shining through the. . Greg Steeeeeeeel!!!’ The audience erupted it hoots and cheering as a very well presented young man in his twenties ran onto stage. He was dressed in a suit. In fact anyone would have thought he was a real quiz show host. He turned to face the audience. ‘Hello and welcome to Who Wants To Be A Slutty Whore, I am your host Greg Steel and I’m here to host the new show everyone is talking about where we try to find out just how slutty a girl can be. As well as what she is willing to do. With the. I zoned on that for several minutes. I had closed the door to my bedroom, so all I could hear were muffled sounds…but I knew one of two things; either she was yelling for me, pissed that I left her there or she was sorry and was pleading for me to come back.After a few more minutes the sounds stopped. I got up and approached the door, listening for any sounds from my room. Silence prevailed. I then opened the door slightly and peeked in. She was still on the bed, still cuffed and laying spread. Get back to me before the Monday meeting, OK?”“Sure, Boss.”Once we disconnected, Caroline said, “That’s really sweet of you to do that, Rich. She might have a little crush on you, you know. You are awfully easy on the eyes.”“Aw, shucks ... ma’am. Oh. I’m going to call Stan and let him know everything that has happened today.”I got Stan on the phone and told him about the break-in, and that we think it was Robbie. I also told him about what I had offered Sheila. He thought that letting her work.