”“I’m sure that’s what all the harlots say.”“What can I do for you Margaret?”Margaret turned and sat down on the couch and once firmly s...tuated looked at her, almost like she was studying her. She didn’t know what to do, and fidgeted as she stood before Margaret, like a subject before her queen.“I wonder, if you know, what you have done to me.”Confused she asked, “I, uhm, I don’t know what you mean.”“Do you ever consider while Jim is, having his way with you, what it is doing to me?”“Well, I. I leaned back and placed my hands over her arms, returning her hug. We often greeted like this when she returned from work finding me at my desk. “Would you like a massage?” she whispered into my ear? (These were ‘code words’ we had developed. It probably meant she had given a massage to someone who was especially sexy and really turned her on. Unable to entertain her fantasies where she worked, she brought them home and was asking me if I was willing to indulge her fantasy.) Turned to look up. ‘You are assigned to guard duty from midnight to 8 am and you have to clean all of the bathrooms for two weeks,’ Cal decided. Danny groaned. ‘Grave yard, wonderful,’ he grumbled. Cal laughed. ‘I’d like to debrief Jessica now,’ Cal told Danny. Danny nodded and led Cal up to the room off the infirmary that Claire had set Jessica up in. Jessica looked up as Danny and Cal walked in. ‘Danny, did I get you into trouble?’ Jessica asked quietly. Danny smiled. ‘Just a little, but it’s okay. I get the. It didn't work the first two times I tried. I either couldn't make it all the way vertical or else I blacked out just when I thought I made it to my feet. Not a good escape plan! The natives were getting restless. I didn't have my headset radio, a cell phone, or even a hidden wire to get any messages to Ed that the CIA wunderkid had bollocked this rescue up good, and frankly really needed a rescue himself instead. I thought about mentioning this to the women, who were still tied up to their.