After she’d satisfied whatever she was looking for by looking at the captain, she began looking at the floor. Her eyes slowly tracing the perimeter ...f the room until she had come full circle. Then she looked at the ceiling. Big John looked up too, but didn’t see anything but wood and stone.Inside the office, Janie was sorting through the paperwork they’d scattered earlier, trying to put them all back in the proper order.“The Prelate is here,” Will said from the doorway. “In my lighthouse.”Janie. As a matter of fact it was quite good. But it was BORING. I don't think it could have been more BORING. It wasn't anyone's fault. We had just been doing it for so long it had become routine. Tonight would be anything but routine if I had anything to say about it. My husband was at work, so I started getting ready. I put on the lowest cut shirt I own. A pink push up bra. A short skirt. And a tiny, tiny black G-string. When my husband came home he was quite intrigued. I believe his exact words. “You’re all here because you have difficulty maintaining social relationships. Most were referred by your therapists. At the Ashby Institute, we use group dynamics to uncover why you persist in socially unacceptable behavior. What are the psychological needs that lead to that, and what are your defenses against bonding with people. Then we take away those defenses and replace them with new skills.”I was burning to ask a question. “Why were all the people at the pool nude?”Chloe smiled. . Then lightning struck. A chance meeting with a friend at the local coffee shop opened some doors for me. Bill was working for a general contractor who owned a company that bought properties, renovated them and sold them. Bill had come upon a small 3-bedroom house that was for sale by the owners. His boss had evaluated it and thought that, although it didn't need many repairs, it wasn't something that he wanted to invest in. Bill told me where the house was (about three blocks from my folks) and.