..” Nikki blurted. “What happened?”“Well, you know that Bart is all over the intramural chess thing, right?”I knew that. Bart was quite the ...hess player. He had a fearsome reputation among those who follow such things, a force to be considered both on and off campus. How did WE know? He liked to brag. Just a little bit.Terri and the gang have really been playing with that autonomous personality thing with Bot-bot. Terri, being who she is, went retro on us just a little. While the newest. Like fixing her lipstick and pulling her brush through her raven hair while she was still topless. Like asking him to toss her panties over to her. Like excusing herself use the facilities before she dressed (leaving the door open, of course), then coming back into the room before slipping into her panties, and reaching languorously across his naked body to retrieve her bra, affording him one more feel of her tits, before sitting on the bed beside him to put it on, which gave him the. “Anyone know where it is?”“By the bathrooms and jewelry,” Heather spoke up, “over there.”“Edna get a few jackets from over there. I saw a pile on the floor. We can use those as bedding. Jason, carry George over there, and be careful not to jostle him too much.” David directed us.The elevator was three quarters to the second floor. Prying open the doors created a lot of noise but we had no better options. We made a nest out of the cleaner clothes found scattered around the floor. David gave. This place had class. It was on the top floor of a large tower block, also known as the ‘Flame Spiral’ in the popular area of Canary Wharf; all the new buildings here had snappy names. The top floor comprised solely of glass walls. The polarised and coloured glass precluded most people from the other high rise buildings from actually looking in, and hence, inadvertently becoming peeping Tom’s. But for those perverts that lived high enough, and had telescopes, the management bid them good luck..