. nice.The real problem, Jane was forced to admit, was that she wasalready missing Michelle. She had never before let a boy stayafter his rehabilitat...on was complete. They left her immediatelyto get on with their lives. She was usually a little sad to seethem go, and missed them for awhile, but was soon diverted by thenext little test or task she had planned for her latest "girl". This was very different."You might as well admit it, Jane Thompson." she spoke angrilyinto the silent room. . "Talent is appreciated, but not required. We don't have to be superstars, just provide people with compassion and a measure of serenity." I'll work myself up to it sometime," he promised. "Not soon, though. Stage shy, really." She eyed him speculatively, but didn't say anything to that. He wondered what she was thinking about that, if she was considering the fact that when he'd been with Andrea, he'd always been at a kind of center stage in any social situation, something he'd never been. She shook her head and resolutely walked through the front door. Nathan stood at the window staring out at the trees that covered the island. He hadn’t seen Catherine for four days but was still requesting her presence. Whenever he did the guard at the door only shut it in his face. He heard a knock at the door and he spun about, his heart leaping into his throat. It opened and Maria poked her head in. ‘May I come in Mr. Nathan?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ he said disappointed that it wasn’t her but. He fought back a moment of guilt and betrayal before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was large, with walls covered by some sort of dark red colored padding. He guessed it looked similar to the walls of a padded cell at an asylum. The one light switch had not illuminated much of the dark interior, made darker by the blood red, almost black, tint of the walls. Adam’s heart continued to pound as all of his suspicions were confirmed. The room was filled with all sorts of bondage.