"I...I'm sorry," Chris said, distracting me from my thoughts. "I didn'tmean for anything like this to happen. I didn't know you'd get changedlike th...t..." He looked at me with a sincere anguish, obviously eatenup by the guilt. It meant even more that he had tried helping me, onlyto get beaten up for his efforts. I suppose it was one of those actionsspeak louder than words things."Me too," I said quietly, knowing that it was partly my fault as well.I was the one who'd left the key where it. "No, no. That won't be necessary. The scheduled flights will be fine."That afternoon he rang Caroline and told her to pack whatever she needed, and that the rest of their belongings could be brought out later."Two days isn't long to get ready," she protested."Just do it," Robinson told her, "You won't need to stay long if you don't like it here."Thus it was arranged and he flew to London, again in one of the luxurious private cabins on the jumbo jet, using the stewardess en route, and hoping. She handed me a cocktail and said: "Your safe word this weekend is aardvark. If anything gets to be too much, say that, 'aardvark'. Everyone knows that means stop." But why would I want to...." she cut me off. "Because you are going to be a human fucktoy in the most absolute of ways. Every way, actually. If you need to stop, stop. " she said in a tone that left no room for argument. "Ok, ok. Aardvark. Got it." I said sheepishly. "Good, now finish the last of that drink and let's get going. I. Well ... I guess Sasha and Peyton ... have fed me and clothed me and let me feel safe for the first time since ... since ... Fuck, I don't remember the last time I was someplace safe, but I feel safe here.I nodded. "You are."She eyed me a little warily. "I'm sorry, but I've heard that before. Kind man off the street, looking like the type who wants to rescue the damsel in distress. And then in the middle of the night I find his hand over my mouth and his erection pressing against my hip while.