"It looks like they got 10 more women along with us." I whisper in her ear, as she leans on my shoulder as if needing a crutch."Are Gwen and Maggie aw...ke. I haven't seen them?" she asks furtively back at me."I think they are in front of us, on someone shoulder. How are you holding up?" I wonder, these men were moving us at a hard pace."My feet are killing me, I have a dozen scrapes and I don't know what landed in my hair an hour ago," she complains good naturally."So, you are good," I smile at. After I told her about Vanessa, and my desires to dress up and be treated like a woman, I was really scared she was going to cut and run, but she actually was interested in knowing more. I confessed some of my innermost desires to her. I told her about how I loved being with her, but that I really wanted to know what it was like to be with a man. I wanted to feel that combination of sexual power, and helplessness as I gave myself to a masculine guy. She was unsure how far she wanted this to. "The only honest woman in the room, sweetcakes." I tilted his head up and kissed him as much because I was dying to as for the way unnerved Tea Party Bitch Stephanie Bennett.I almost let her walk by, but pulled away from Ivan just as she was beside us. "Not going to speak to us, Director Bennett? And here I was going to introduce my companion to everyone worth knowing." John, well, hello!" Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "I didn't think you saw me; you seemed so busy." She managed not to look. However I’m sure that Harcourt was sitting in the front passenger seat and I thought that I recognised Sandra sitting in the rear. —- —- —- —- The clinic (actually the nameplate said ‘Sanatorium’) was in a house larger than the one Lady Tanya had been residing in, but nowhere near the size of Tarrent Hall. We swept into the drive without stopping for the guy who came running out of the gatehouse shouting. Looking back though, I saw that a couple of familiar looking men had appeared from.