"Right," I said as I walked out the door in jeans and a sweatshirt no underwear at all.The untouched coffee from the night before made it into the mic...owave, then into me. I carried a cup of it into the bathroom with me, while I brushed my teeth and showered. I managed to get into my bra, panties, thermal suit, jeans and a funky sweater before Cheryl knocked on the door. But I only beat her by a couple of minutes." You about ready?" she asked."Just need to put on my parka and hood. I'll get my. She came back to reality long enough to reach for her water bottle and take a sip as she saw the LED indicator before her show another much more stressful 'hill' approaching in her routine. She glanced to her left and saw that Tommy Onagawa was barely sweating and was looking down at the display on his cycle as his head bobbed to the rhythm of whatever song was on his iPod at that moment.Approximately forty minutes later, Brooke finished her 'ride' and stretched and walked around the edge of. "Good Morning Ingrid. And, please, call me Grey." What's for breakfast.....Grey?" Good old all-American bacon and eggs. How would you like yours done?" However you cook them is fine." She took a seat at the breakfast bar, letting her robe fall open. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. Small breasts capped by puffy nipples poked at the baby doll pajama top.Subtlety be damned, I decided to cut to the chase. "So, how did you two sleep last night?" I grinned as I asked the question.Looking. "People will be able to see me." That's the idea Little Girl. But there's a curtain I can pull so only special friends can get to look at your body," Kim replied. "Besides, you're still clothed and with the hood no one will recognize you." I'm still scared. Please don't let anyone see me," she begged."Okay. For now I'll pull the curtain whenever someone comes in," Kim replied as she finished securing the second wrist to the opposite side of the cell."Thank you Mistress," Sylvia said, testing.