She was trying to push me away, but I held her writhing body harder against the wall."You're not going anywhere," I whispered in a sinister voice. "I ...ot you where I want you. You’re going to be my sex slave!" Think so," she said, as she pushed and squirmed against me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder enough to hurt."Ouch!" I said as I loosened my grip. She bucked me hard with her head and pushed me back. She squirmed away laughing and ran past me. I caught her by the wrist, but she broke free and. It made her job that much easier. “I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a tangle.” She admitted whole-heartedly as she leaned closer to him over the counter. “Oh?” he squeaked. “Well, you see, I was supposed to meet Mark Neilson here, I’m afraid I’m late, and I don’t know if he’s left yet or not.” “He left about fifteen minutes ago, Miss…?” “Kayd Kavanaugh. Oh dear, I have to see him. You see, I left my purse in his room this morning…. You know what I mean.” She smiled, knowing what he must be. “No it isn’t. Please, sit.” “Your husband has gone? I presume it was your husband.” “Yes it was. He’s gone to the casino.” “You didn't want to go, Meg?” “No,” I shook my head. “Derek has already had several drinks and when he drinks too much, he’s pretty mean. I decided to stay here for a bit, then head back to my cabin.” “What about when he he comes back? Will you be safe?” “Yes. I’m in my own cabin.” Sam seemed surprised. “Oh?” I revealed some facts about Derek and I, our sexless marriage,. Jeff continued with, "I know that some of the airlines allow their pilots to have a small amount of alcohol in their blood. I guess about the equal of two beers, but it would scare the crap out of me to smell beer on the pilot's breath as he walked down the aisle past me. And a member of a combat team going off-world with booze on his breath — well, I doubt if the person in charge would have to do anything other than see that the offender got medical treatment for his 'mysterious' injuries.