She said she was planning on leaving early to avoid big queues. I told her I was also planning on going early and will meet her there but in the rush,...I couldn’t meet her due to all the rush and different sessions.Later that eve I messaged her saying sorry we couldn’t meet and said will meet sometime later. She responded after few hours saying she was super busy and told me about a welcome party for new joiners. She asked whether I am planning to attend that. I was not aware of such party so. After a male answered Mistress spoke, ?Dan this is Mary Smith and I’m a Private Investigator, I would like to speak with you concerning your relationship with Marla Varth?. Dan quickly hung up.?Well so much for Dan, let’s try Carl Jones, the English professor?, Mistress announced with obvious delight. Marla desperately attempted to plead through her gag, but the gag suppressed any intelligible speech. Mistress dialed Carl’s number, and found that he was not at home, but his wife was.Without. On either side were two doors that led into the small private bedrooms. They were all standing open so a quick glance into each told me three of the four bedrooms were already claimed. I was the last one here, but no one else seemed to be home. I wandered into the empty bedroom and surveyed my private room.It was a cramped rectangle of space with a large closet on the short wall to my left. The twin bed was shoved along the wall directly opposite me, with a tall chest of drawers near the foot. The covering was wrinkled quite nastily by her squirming buttocks. She had one hand at her lips in a most agitated manner. Her nails had been bitten right down to the quick. Her brow was all furrowed with concentrated concern. Her chewing compulsion was a sign of great stress. Most notably, she couldn't stop crossing and uncrossing her long slender and shapely legs again and again.She gave furtive glance down to confirm "her business" was not showing.The patient's name was Henrietta. Henrietta.