There was another room beyond this one, and I needed to check it out first, before I did anything else.The next room was the last room in the place. I... was the combination bathroom and laundry. There wasn’t anyone there. While I was there, I tried the taps. There wasn’t any water. It didn’t make any sense!I went back to the girl/woman and I knelt down beside her face so I could look into her eyes while I spoke to her. I tried the three languages I knew; English, Gort’s language, and the dialect. Shall I help you out of your prettyunderwear?"Victor looked at her for a second with an uncomprehending look on hisface. In his mind he was still reeling from incredible sexualexperience. He was utterly ashamed about what he had just done, butfrom somewhere deep inside, a core of strength told him not to give inso easily. The first step to getting his life back on track was gettingout of these clothes. He nodded jerkily to Jayne.Jayne shook her head reprovingly."What do you say?" she. There was a special ring of hell for those who wrote the names on cups at Starbucks, she decided, since she could neither read this one, nor the other one. The only one she could read spelled Deena, not Deanna. She sighed. It's not like it was rocket science.The other women looked at each other and beamed. Not having to deal with Deanna's coffee was a definite plus, and from all reports, the Plan was working.Deanna had called the team together, explained that things were going well, and called. Why had she not called; what was she up to right now; was she safe; was she at that moment lying in her new boyfriend’s arms; had she gone through with her desire to allow Joel to fuck her? I was hard again and the mix of emotions was difficult to comprehend. Here was the very scenario I had fantasized and wanked over a thousand times, actually playing out for real and I couldn't’t establish whether I was happy or sad. Or both? Or neither? Earlier that week I had gone with Alison to her.