She downed the rest of her beer and he followed suit. They ordered another. After two more beers she was drunk, not so much that she couldn’t contro... herself but drunk enough that she was willing to forget why she had been mad at him before, and following him though the door of his apartment. ‘What do you want to watch?’ He asked, crouching in front of a stack of DVDs on the floor. ‘I don’t care, pick something.’ She replied, sitting on the couch. It bounced a little as she fell into it, good. As Cal complimented John on his appearance his friend detected a hint of envy in his voice as he did."What's wrong?" John asked."Nothing," his friend responded."Come on, out with it, "John coaxed."For as long as I can remember I always wondered what it would be like to dress up like that," Cal admitted."Really?" his friend responded. "Yes really. I almost got caught when I attempting to borrow one of my sister's nighties and that scared me so bad that I never tried again," Cal admitted."So do. I must confess, Mr. Fogg, I do love Passepartout, as much as I love you. You know this. I will marry you, of course . . .’ ‘But what of Passepartout?’ He asked, as gently as was possible. ‘I will marry you,’ Aouda said, as tears ran down her cheeks. ‘Under those circumstances I cannot marry you. It is painfully obvious that you love him as much, if not more than you love me.’ ‘I have a suggestion, Mr. Fogg.’ ‘Yes? I am willing to listen, to try anything that might resolve our dilemma.’ ”Marry. I hesitated before removing my pack and pulling out a confounder. I would only be able to use it once here but I could not let the girls be harmed. I knelt and switched on the confounder and slid it into the room.The drones froze and any vids would be killed with the comm systems. I gestured to the girls, "come with me."They stared at the drones and then at me before they started moving. I pulled them around the corner and knelt and reached in. I switched the confounder off and pulled it out.