Opening the fridge, she dug out a couple of water bottles and turned to head back to her room. Leaving the kitchen she almost ran into Carrie Ricci, d...essed in a flimsy nightgown and carrying a bottle of wine. Tiffany yelped and dropped her bottles to the ground. Carrie responded with a similar, strangled sound and managed to, barely, avoid dropping the wine. "Oh my, darling!" Carrie held a hand to her chest, breathing heavily. "You nearly made me jump out of my skin!" "Sorry. Sorry.". I had already turned the sign hanging on the door to show, 'In conference', a kind of coded warning to others, he was busy with a student, and did not want to be disturbed.'Clasp your hands behind your head', he ordered, 'Feet shoulder width apart', he continued, breathing heavily as his hand was doing something unspeakable below the desk and behind the pile of books, just in front of him.'Give me a good reason why I should not cane you', he asked softly, I had no answer, the g****vine had. Gwen shook her head. He was just hopeless. She wrinkled her nose. “I’m going to get a shower. Just because you like the wallow in your own stink doesn’t mean I do.” She marched of to the bathroom and Ben heard the lock click half a second later.Ben looked at the door for a minute, a sly smile spreading across his face. He’d show her for talking down to him. She might have a big head but she didn’t need to rub his face in it. He never could resist a practical joke.Ben activated the omnitrix.. And physical evidence proved that one of them was definitely the one who had raped Warren. Because that was in the papers now, word of the rape got out. One of the effects of that was shock and disgust even among the Watson acolytes, because the irony that Sophia had spoken about was lost on no one.Sophia was glad that the goons had been caught--although she wasn't looking forward to Warren having to go through a trial--but she had bigger problems: getting Warren back on his feet.It wasn't.