It was you, wasn’t it?’I must say I was a little surprised that she even talking to me, let alone asking about that night.I kept looking o...er at her. Our eyes met again. ‘Yeah,’ I replied. I wasn’t sure how she was going to take it.Janelle took a minute to process my answer then replied, ‘Did you tell everyone?’‘No.’ I shot backShe just sat there for another minute then asked, ‘Why?’‘Huh? Why what?’ I asked.Janelle. She started to moan and shake as the Mask produce long lengths of rubber tube from the bag. Some of it appeared to have valves, other bits appeared to be inflatable. Whats going on? She stammered her blonde locks still tightly held in a pony tail her ample butt glowing against the dark floor tiles. The Boss pushed her neck down so her cheek rested on the cold floor tiles, her ass rising as she knelt. Oh Stacey let me show you! Was the sinister reply from the leather clad man as he knelt behind. After the usual pleasantries and greetings, we left the generator room and made our way to the decontamination chamber. The chamber was on the first floor, so we had to take an elevator to get there (we could’ve taken the stairs, but there was no need to). It was a large antechamber made of very thick glass. It rested between the main room where we stood and another separate room on the opposite end with double doors that lead into an unknown area . . . well, unknown to me. The decontamination. "Not only did he beat her up but he used to beat me and my brother andsister up too. Well back in College my best friend, as you know was Carol. One day I decided to open up to Carol. Her Mum was quite the feminist.Carol said to me that whenever my Dad hit me I should imagine him dressed asme. It used to make me smile and I always wondered what it would be like tosee a man dressed up as a woman. After a while Carol and I used to sleeptogether. It was my way of getting back at him. We.