“Did you enjoy it?” I enquired.She reflected for a moment then admitted that she did, and I asked her if it was an experience she’d like to repe...t.“Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked slowly.“Well,” I replied, “You are an incredibly sexy woman Monica, and all this talk of taboo sex and orgasms has made me quite horny so I was just wondering how you felt about it, that’s all.”I could tell that she was pondering the situation, but eventually she said very quietly, “I’m not sure I’d even know. We got in, and went down 6 floors. The six naked pregnant Girls are in their cells, in a corner trying not to get stabbed by Diane, she had a knife, trying to get to them, she must not have a key to the cell.“Stop, FBI!” Miss. Johnson said.Diane started to run at us. Miss Johnson told her to stop again, but she didn’t stop.Miss Johnson then pulled the trigger, Diane fell to the ground, she was dead before she hit the ground.We went to my dad cell, he is bleeding from is neck, he had his neck. “Wake up, Michael,” a sultry voice said in my ear. I pried an eye open and focused my gaze on the mug held tantalizingly just out of my reach.“Told you that would work,” Sally said.I pulled myself up and propped myself against the headboard and pillows. I surveyed the three Angels sitting on the end of the bed facing me. Sally held out the coffee, and I took it with a grunt of thanks. Fresh coffee suffused my veins, making a new man of me.The three of them sadly were dressed, Zoe and Mila in. Not loud enough to be heard. He cursed. He tried the handle instead. He opened the door.The room was dark, but he could see her under the covers. She sat up suddenly. The blanket fell to her waist. She was wearing a silk nightie. The blue one he had seen her in once and fantasized about a lot.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she said hoarsely.“Um, I, I don’t, I don’t know, I,” he stammered.“Well, if you don’t know then get the fuck out of here, Bobby.”He turned to leave.Come on, Bobby.He.