For security, most of the staff worked in separate rooms anda high level of safety had to be maintained, after all, many of thethings they were workin... with could be dangerous if mishandled.It wasn't as if the staff weren't used to dealing with volatilesubstances, but many of ours were potentially more dangerous, but insubtle ways rather than explosive. I suppose this contributed to whathappened. A research assistant, highly experienced and one on which Iwould have bet my shirt on his careful. They did not writhe in ecstasy underneath a thrusting male, not their husband, begging, "Drive your fleshy bayonet deeper into my receptive dell," as Susannah later did of me.But I run ahead of myself.As we continued walking along the path by the beck, Susannah asked. "Tell me, John, how are the fashionable ladies of London wearing their hair this year?" I confessed I had not been to London, and that the last place of any size that I had been was Bordeaux."Well, how did the ladies of Bordeaux. Sadly for the bartender and the guests, she wore a white slip under it. Her legs were slim. Sitting on the stool had caused the muscles of her calves to tense and lift quite fetchingly. From where the man at the end of the bar sat, he'd've been able to catch a hint of thigh before she smoothed her skirt. Not that he had.She watched him out of the corner of her eye. There was no sign that he'd noticed her.She was distracted momentarily by the bartender drifting over, he could've been composed of. . She entered the cubicle and closed the door as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trusty Taser from my pocket.After a few minutes, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a final check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my plan would have failed at the last minute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck and.