It was not just her that suffered from the withdrawal of the drug. The dark haired woman, Abigail, that sat smiling at her to her right as she toasted...her housemate and lover, was also a victim of the withdrawal caused by the enforced use of the drug. They and over a hundred other drug addicted women had been among the first of the new settlers to the underground city beneath the streetsof the small town above them, Townsville. On their initial tour, several days ago, they had been frightened. She thought about answering, but if Hermione was trying to create the particular night Ginny thought she was, then she should pretend to be asleep.As she watched, Hermione turned to face her and unbuttoned her simple white blouse; thereby exposing the plain white bra beneath. She seemed to be deliberately ignoring Ginny, and went about undressing as though no one was watching her. After her bra came off with a simple front clasp, she stretched for the ceiling, then rubbed her hands over her. It would be better if you just left me alone. Better for both of us.’ ‘No it won’t. It won’t be better at all. Stay there. Don’t move. I’m only about five minutes away. Will you wait?’ There was silence. ‘Will you wait for me?’ he asked again. She didn’t answer. ‘Please Keli, answer me. Will you wait for me?’ There was a long pause then Keli answered him. He could hear that she was starting to cry. ‘Yes. I’ll wait. . . . I’ll always wait. . . . I’m good at waiting’ Then she hung up her phone.. Maybe because of that we worked together quite well. Formed a good team. Climbed the corporate ladder together. So we had to spent a lot of time together. And yes, doing business trips together. And no, we didn’t wake up next to each other. The hotel room bed soaked in piss. No clue, except the obvious, what happened in the night before. We just got near each other. Talked a lot. After a while even private, non work conversations. We even started to discuss problems with our partners.