Afterwards which Carol sat with curled sock-grips, satisfied as she was, and me buttering my pinchers in preppers."Can we begin right away, Carol? I'm...most eager to be cured." Certainly." With a snap of her pinchers, another white coat delivered a long hypogun, sated on some strange liquid. "If you'll just give me your arm, Cole, we can begin."Rolling the cuff, she pressed and a whoosh went into the old leather, quick as a bee sting. "What's in the needle, Carol? Vitamins?" Vitamins? Yes. Yes,. How deeply rooted in her mind it really was. How every time anyone got just a little glimpse of it, they would tell her that she scared them. She couldn’t do that to him…. But she already had…. And she hated herself for that. She had scared him once already, let him see the one mark she had made, the first mark she had made in months. A mark she made because those feelings she tries to hide so deep came clawing back to the surface. Feelings she thought she had locked away for good. But feelings. I intended to have a few drinks and dinner while listening to the pianos. As I was seated the place was packed. It seemed there was a large bachelorette party with 20 young ladies that were well lubricated with alcohol. They had the pianos stocked with requested songs and were singing to all of them. As I ordered my dinner and sipped my makers on the rocks, I could not help but notice one lady that glowed with both beauty and sexuality. As discreetly as possible I watched this tall brunette. Hiroko takes her to the last one, opens the door, and motions her to enter. It’s a dressing room, tasteful, but just a dressing room. ‘Please remove your clothes. When you are ready, go through the door.’ There is a door at the other end of the room. Hiroko withdraws, pulling the door shut behind her. Ok, what’s this all about? She opens the door to a closet, and sees that there is a robe on a hanger. Her daily clothes come off, she wraps the robe around and ties it shut. A little.