A fresh, soapy scent floated over to him."Uh, I really need to study for final exams. Yeah. I guess I better do that." Lord, but it was hard for him t... think with her standing so close. Starting what they had done last night was what he really wanted. He wanted to pull her to him and get intimate, is what."I would've thought y'all would be wanting a repeat performance. Have I gotten old already?" she pouted."No way! How could anyone ever get bored with sex? I just wasn't sure what the rules. I put her in and let her go. Locking the door behind her. There was a shower and things to wash herself with. The floor was wet. But wet for a reason. " get cleaned up, and put on the outfit hanging on the wall " I said to her through the glass on the door. " no! Please! Let me go " she begged through the glass. I pointed to the wall. " see this switch? You know why the floor is wet? And why your barefoot? All I have to do is flip this switch and the floor is electrified. Do as I say and you. " How long was I out?" He was starting to feel a little less like someone had jammed a steel rod wrapped in barbed wired down his throat, and his voice, while still a little raspy, was closer to normal.Christine fielded this one, "Since yesterday before noon, when the ambulance arrived at the scene. You were already unconscious."He turned to look up at Lane again. "No salmon?" he said, trying to make it a joke. When Lane's eyes misted over again, he tried to raise his hand, this time succeeding. "Remember I was asking about body transfers? Instead of body paint?" Yes." Take a look." Heather turned her big graphics monitor so they could see it, called up a picture of her naked upper torso that filled the screen."Okay, you know what that is. Watch," she tapped the keyboard. A vivid swirl of color appeared around one breast, swept down and around her waist."Now, this." She tapped the keyboard again and the image was replaced with the image of a tiger whose eyes were her nipples."Wow!".