That snapped me out of my daydream, and I quickly started doing the work, trying to not arouse suspicion.'Huh what? Oh, sorry man, haven't done it yet...' I replied. Once I was confident that he was looking away, I returned my gaze to Miss Garrad. Today, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt, black tights, heels, a plain black shirt with a brown cardigan tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up. Suddenly, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. As my attention was diverted from her,. I didn’t sleep well. I’m a fucking prisoner here. When are you going to let me go? When can I talk to my boyfriend? I’m sure he is wondering where I am.”“I will let you go when the time is right. I will decide that time. If you are good to me, then I promise, I will make that time shorter. But you have to treat me right, to treat you right.” I said.“Can I please talk to my boyfriend? I just want him to know I’m alive.” She pleaded.“I don’t know if I can trust you. You have to earn that. Then said “ hello”“ Nice restaurant huh?” he said.“ Yes it is.” I said turning towards the hand dryer, but deciding against it, since the girl was blocking it.“ It sure did take your friend a long time to find that napkin huh?” he said smiling.Where the hell are the napkins? I thought while searching the premises for something to wipe my hands with, glancing for a moment at the ‘uni-sex bathroom sign’.I busted out laughing then said, “I know he’s so stupid.”“ Maybe next time I could help him,. One of them happened to be a bartender, so I had stocked up on various alcohols and she mixed the drinks for everybody (except for two, who were sadly but necessarily designated drivers). The drinking began at around 8:00. It was fun while it lasted, but got cut short as the two DDs drove most everyone back to their various homes (some of which were nearly two hours away). When they had left, it was just me and my friend Jess (also not her real name, as I want her to remain anonymous as.