I bring my car. We could be there in ten minutes."Laura's heart pumped wildly. "Okay. I can't do without you, you know."Cecilia leaned close, whisperi...g quickly. "God, Laura, I want you to fuck me."Laura squeezed her arm, then left in a hurry, afraid they would be seen, and that her sexual arousal would be too obvious.But then, at her desk a few minutes later, she got a call from Yvette. "Meet me in John Scheinbaum's office in ten minutes," Yvette whispered into the phone."I can't. I... have a. TheAssembly had been tradition far longer than anyone could remember, and all theyoung men and women who had reached the age of majority in the previous yearwould gather in the town square--the common ground between the districts ofthose born to labor, born to service, and born to rule. Adele had alwaysassumed that she would be a laborer, like her mother, laying fresh stones inthe city streets. It was a hard but happy way of life, free from theresponsibility of the higher classes who asked so. Now that I had my head in her lap, I had to look up. Actually, thinkingwas rather difficult as she continued to stroke through my hair. "Nnnn, ask Debbie, she's the one that got the wig." Debbie laughed. "It was what Lisa let me have." "So why do you have a wig anyway?" I asked. "Just for Halloween?I mean, I don't know wigs, but that one seemed pretty good for just acostume." Debbie and Lisa laughed. "You wanna tell her or should I?" Debbieasked. "I'll do it," Lisa. Every advantage she could give herself would be needed if she was going to get out of this situation.It was getting dark. The streetlight and full moon the night before had provided plenty of light in the kitchen, She was glad he hadn't left the lights on. Marla lay down on the blanket, and gripping it with her hands and feet, rolled to cover herself. Despite the furnace, it she had been cold the night before. She would have to watch herself, Stockholm syndrome was kicking in, she was grateful.