She had a hard time not twitching. Her knuckles were white and her teeth were clenched together. The images, too fast or not, were telling her a painf...lly detailed story. It was vivid, as real as if she had been there herself. The vision took place in a small room. Dark. Lit only by a single source of light. Someone was lying on a bed; someone else was standing by it, leaning over the reclining person. Suddenly the standing person climbed the bed, straddled the person in it. They were making. She smoothed the skirt down, wishing vainly that it was just a little longer, took a couple of breaths to steady her nerves, and pushed open the door.She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it looked like any other high school she'd seen on TV or in person: a hallway with the occasional door, and kids standing around talking. Every girl was wearing a skirt and top. It was a little disconcerting to see so much leg and midriff, but with the hemlines as high as they were, it wasn't surprising.The. Morg and TJ got their tour. To the Chief's untold relief he never saw them again and he realised how fortunate he was.He hadn't even had to become involved inside the facility — except to write voluminous reports for head office and the insurers' legals. There had been only two minor incidents — well, not minor for the perpetrators.The first episode was on the first day when the word flashed around that some of those rescued slaves were in the gaming room. They were easy to locate — just look. ‘This is not the Mila I have heard of, with such high spirits. No matter – we must improve your grades, non ? To that end, would you like for me to tutor you and help get your grades up?’ Mila wanted far more than that, but her face lit up and her teacher took that as a good sign. He went to his desk and wrote on a sheet of paper, handing it to the enraptured girl. ‘This is my home address – I have received permission to assist you. Be at my home tonight, 8 PM sharp. Do not be tardy, I have no.