He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when Cavaradossi won't answer immediately puts him to horr...fic torture. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. And with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only suspected!—terrorists, I wouldn't submit a goldfish to that. " I ... I don't really know about that. I mean I would like to but working at the hotel. It may be difficult." I doubt it, Millie. How about we meet in reception, and if eyebrows are raised and sharp intakes of breath are heard we can go somewhere else."She laughed. "If you put it like that then yes. That would be nice. What time?" How about seven." I can just about do that. See you then."I was in reception at six fifty-five. Angela was on the desk so I told her that Millie was joining me for. She said to Milly about me being more interested in the bedroom and stuff, she then told Milly exactly what I wanted to hear. She told her all about the threesome fantasy she wanted. Milly was listening and agreeing along with her, all the time trying to encourage more out of her. Julie was getting pretty wild with what she was talking about. Before the conversation was out Milly managed to slip in there that she wanted to try it with another woman too. Julie seemed too take it in her stride. A couple of times, I put a parka on and went out on deck with Steve to check the lines, booms, and sails.After a nice supper, Steve had me man the helm once again, giving me instructions how to handle the boat in different conditions and what sails we wanted up and what boom placements were for different wind conditions. This was very scientific, considering the art of sailing had been around for over a thousand years. Steve said he would teach me how to use a special piece of equipment to.