The bars were packed even with the sucky weather we had been having. My "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button didn't generate too much heat because in almost ev...ry bar we hit there was a coed wearing a "Fuck me, I'm Irish" or an "Eat me, I'm Irish" t-shirt and of course the guys were wearing "Blow me, I'm Irish" shirts and hats.We drank, we danced and we had a good time and I did something I had not done since college. Jan and I were crowded in a booth with two guys we had been dancing with and I was. Dee said she'd already talked to Janell about how to deal with that issue since they were all in the same boat, and theirs were old enough to ask questions now.Dee knew that she was on the clock. We'd decided again that if there were going to be another round, it would be when the two new babies were at least 6 months old. She didn't argue about it at all totally understanding the logic. She wanted at least one and maybe two more.Even with all the others around, Dee and I were still madly in. When the lift got to the 5th floor she turned left instead of right to my husband's office. She brought me to the meeting room, opened the door and showed me in. There was 10 or 12 people inside mostly men but two or three women. All eyes turned towards me. I was instantly conscious of my dress among all these people in business suits. My husband came towards me smiling. "What a nice surprise. I wasn't expecting you." he said. Then turning to everyone he said "You all know Pauline, don't you.". All there seemed to be was her bunk, a hole in the ground for a toilet and a tap for water. There was no bolt on the door to the cell but, with the chain, there was no need for one.Left on her own, Hilary found that she was exhausted. Recent days had been too much for her and she curled naked onto the bed, hardly aware of the harsh chain, as she drifted easily off to sleep. Exhaustion brought sleep, nightmares interrupted it. Nightmares where Hilary was immobile, screaming for mercy as an.