He kind of waves and smiles at everyone. Good going Josh...probably look like a jackass, he thinks to himself. Looking around at the faces he is met w...th Noras seductive smirk and his time in the shower with her comes back to mind. He feels ashamed again and heads for the exit, the warehouse appears to be up in the mountains somewhere. The city can be seen in the distance, he stops gazing when he hears someone whistling as a way of signaling him.It's the tall beautiful woman with the green hair. ***The door opened, and the shock was complete.Lucian wasn't ready. But then again: nothing could have prepared him forthis, could it? Not a year of dressing up and painting his eyes; norKurtz's pills and syringes or Ms. Fontaine's emasculating exercises -not even the crazy orgies at his dorm.He'd learned to trick himself into a role of actor, outsider.But now the door opened and his soul died.In the limousine they'd hardly talked.They were separated from the driver by soundproof glass. Lucian. I was wearing a short blue skirt, tight top and bra with cotton knickers. They commented in the rude way they have about how nice my legs looked but I ignored them and went to sort out the washing I had just taken out of the washer in the kitchen.They followed me into the kitchen and watched me, I asked them if they wanted to sit in the front room and wait for my son there, at which point they told me my son wasn't coming, I didn't understand at first but I saw one of them un-do his belt. I. “And I, for one, quit this fucking job right as of now.” “So do I,” said someone. I realised with some surprise that it was me. Vanessa turned and looked at me and said, “You mean it?” "Yes,” said someone. It was me again, and I realised I really did mean it. “Fuck this job. I'm going to walk out that door and post my keys through the letterbox and never come back here again.” Vanessa looked at me in wonder for a moment, then looked thoughtful. “You're right,” she said. “Fuck this job. I'm.