"His buddy cackled. "She better be careful around them straws they got in the cafeteria. Might get sucked in."Someone had left the cage door open and ...wo knuckle draggers -- sophomores was my bet -- were looking me over as if I were a picked over spare-rib. I got that prickly adrenaline rush I felt before a swimming meet. There it was a tool to be used. Here it was scary. This sort of encounter hadn't been covered in the orientation tour we'd had.So, do I hold my head high and ignore them? Or. Or was trying to discover. This was a test. If she went with this guy, she knew she would be getting calls from other men: guys like this Dave, who worked for Ed’s trucking company; his friends; his clients. The thought of being used by all those strangers abruptly transformed rage into lust. Of being known as such an easy slut. Nipples hardened. Something in her belly tightened. Thighs twitched. Finally, ?Are you still there?? the man asked. ?Where are you staying??. If only she would smile more..."I think I'm going crazy," she said, though whether she was saying that to me or to herself, I didn't know.I swallowed. "You say that like it's a bad thing," I said, quietly.She looked up at me with an angry flash, but then, maybe, saw that it was me – Crazy Saralinda – who she was talking to, and she looked away."Kate, don't take this, like, the wrong way or anything. But if you really are feeling like you're going crazy, you should talk to Dr. Anna. She really. ..I want my own clothes back!" he returned still planning to leave."Sorry, but the clothes you wore here that first night are long gonewith your suitcase of ladies things. If you leave tomorrow I'm afraidyou'll have to choose from what's in this room because there isn't astitch of any male clothing here," She added then smiled as Tim seemedto shrink in his chair with defeat.She could see the wheels turning, the gears turning, well grinding nowactually. The window of escape quickly closing.