I was on the ninth floor. As we stood in that meeting, I looked around the room scanning faces, hoping to see a friendly expression, wanting to make ...riends. I saw a man across the room, and to my horror, he was watching me intently. He appeared to be in his late twenties. He had dark, almost black hair, cropped short. He had an arresting face, but his nose looked as if it had been broken several times. He had dark eyes and an intelligent, interesting expression. He wore dress pants and a dark. ? she felt the jab of the needle into her wrist only this time, unlike before, it was intentional. she jumped and yelped.?Noises are one thing, we will work up to that. If you talk, even accidentally, I will make sure you are not ABLE to talk. Is that understood? You are allowed to nod and shake, rag-doll.? Dear god, did He mean He would sew her mouth shut? The needle still digging into her wrist, she nodded, pondering what she was going to do about peeing.He undid her from the bed and. The bathroom is equipped as if you were at home. It contains all your own brands, up to the tiniest detail. There are soft drinks and fruit, a big tub and everything else you might need. Everything except two things: clothes and privacy. There is almost nowhere in the room you can go where someone could not watch you through the gate and the corners that are hidden from a direct line of sight are covered by very cleverly positioned mirrors. She: My mind is racing as fast as my heart. I look. Yep, there it was blah, blah, blah, blah. Then I saw the postscript. PS. "When I get home I expect to find you just the way I left you F.F."Looking at that I had to ask myself why the initials? "Why not just say it?" Why the mind game. Was it really "Freshly Fucked" like Peter said or was it what I had been thinking all along, "Feeling Fine?" Was it something that he could not say to me? Maybe he does mean, "Feeling Fine" and he doesn't know other people see "Freshly Fucked." What did he.