That was the worst thing of all - she guessed it was some sort of Cyrillic writing, maybe Russian but she didn't know. It was on the floor of a horrib...e, tiny wire cage, not big enough to lie straight in. Caitlin forlornly stared out through the mesh at the group of men playing cards round a nearby table. She could feel a deep throbbing coming up through the floor and the room seemed to be swaying very slowly up and down. She had gradually regained consciousness in this cage, realizing in. They couldn't watch us all.When we all had found a place to sit, the Brownies were off in their own little corner playing dolls and giggling. The older ones around Ursula's age were off playing on their phones or tablets. A quick look at the energy colors for cell phone signals showed there was more than enough available for their phones, even in the middle of the museum.I guess that half of the boys were off in a group and two thirds of the girls in another. It didn't look like they were doing. The plan is to remember that dream you just had. You take a deep breath, take a seat in your sofa, close your eyes, and slowly start stroking. Several minutes go by, but you just can't get that dream back into your mind. Not one scene comes back. Frustrated, you stop masturbating. You sit there in quiet for a time, upset with yourself for not being able to remember, not being able to release. There's a soft knock on the front door and hear a faint voice from a man saying "Hey bro, you around?". The next lady was so shy. That’s okay, but I wouldn’t rule her out, merely place her lower on the list. Tonight I’d meet the fifth woman. The agreed time was 7pm and my watch read 7:15. (She’s late, not a good sign). I’d turned and was watching the other patrons, Lynn appeared at my side. ‘Did she cancel out?’ I asked. (I hope, I hope.) ‘No, she didn’t.’ ‘Where is she? She’s late.’ ‘Matt, I’m number five.’ Nervously she dropped her purse and stooped to retrieve it. (She’d stacked the deck..