Now for some reason, she found she preferred sleeping that way. Clothing against her body at night, with its constant tug against her skin as she move... in her sleep, felt confining. She would wake with a start, the fabric of her nightgown twisted tightly about her neck, gasping for air as if something evil had hold of her. Given her preference she would have done without even the blanket, but the cool nights prevented that. She did put on her duster during the days, especially since abandoning. Outside, I thought I could make out the tidbits of a conversation betweenher and someone else suddenly springing into being, a masculine voicecalmly asking her questions in reply to her scared countenance. "...you'resure he's in there?" the guy asked.Her voice sounded unsure, but she replied quickly. "I..I think so. Thiswas the last place he mentioned going to, and the restrooms at the otherend of the mall are closed down for maintenance." Well, I can go in and check it out for you if you. . Will he now... I don’t know honey... Is he...is he as big as you? Just the thought of so much cock is making my heart race. Will you both fuck me? Hmmm...” Gemma groaned gently. She held her fingertips to her lips. “Remember. There’s just little ole me, and you boys are so overwhelming. “ OK. The doors on the latch. Let yourselves in. We’re in the living room.” Gemma looked to George, straining at his bonds on the mattress. “Yeah. He’s here. All ready. I know... it’s sad. He’s pathetic, but. Mike left the office and walked down the corridor. He opened the door and walked into the men's room.This wasn't the bathroom.Mike didn't know what it was. The room was the same size as the bathroom, but the cubicles and sinks were gone. There wasn't anything. Instead of tiles the walls, floor and ceiling were covered in some kind of burnished red-black padding. Concealed bulbs in the ceiling illuminated the room with a soft red glow.What was this place? Mike thought. He could have sworn he'd.