Keep her wits... that was the secret... and the only way out... He was not a fool... a slow-witted person, perhaps, but no fool! She wouldn't have a s...cond opportunity with him, she felt sure; it all had to flow smoothly this first time. She tried to think how long Earl and Rudy had been gone... perhaps forty-five minutes. They were well on their way. Virgin was downstairs in her quarters; the rest of the... the people, were doing what they called "their thing" in their own warped ways. The. This wasthe first time anyone referred to my 'room' since till now I had thoughtof this place as only a sleeping chamber. It had little else but thecocoon in it to begin with.I went into the bathroom and closed the door, and settled on the toilet. It felt good to sit unencumbered by the corset. I had been in the thingfor three days with little relief and wondered what it might be doing tomy body. As I looked up, I saw myself in the mirror opposite the toilet.An odd place to be sure, but it. He had kept an eye out for Rosangela all those hours but rarely caught sight of her, only when she left wherever she was hiding. He knew she kept herself scarce because of him. Though his glimpses were spaced and short, he praised each one for she looked more inspirational than the last time he saw her. His eyes frowned, the last time he saw her, she retreated from his apartment and life. A throat cleared. He blinked then looked up at the obvious beautiful woman, glanced her name tag, Marcella.. Any passenger on the upper deck could see straight into the room. I stayed after the presentation to help Sally clear away. As we were working I asked, 'You remember when we were talking fantasies the other week?' Sally nodded but looked a little puzzled at the sudden change of subject.'Were you serious?' I pressed.'Yes,' she answered a little hesitantly, 'Why?''Come here a moment,' I asked and I led her to the window. I stood behind her as a bus stopped outside, about six feet from the window..