In the mirror, Angela saw the door to the dressing room silentlydisappear once again. She turned and stalked out to the larger room,noting the annoyin...ly pleasant friction of the body suit against herskin. Stopping in the middle and thinking a moment, she said, "I need adoor out of here." Immediately a section of the wall to her leftdisappeared, leaving a doorway. She strode to the opening and lookedthrough. On the other side was a hall leading forward, but it stoppedabruptly at a blank wall. " Such is the way of women," Sir Patrick conceded. Kashim nodded as if in disappointed agreement. Suzie growled her objections but Sir Patrick was not to be diverted. "However, if you wanted me to, I think I could put things right."Kashim looked uncertain. He drew a finger across Suzie's breasts, contemplating them carefully. He moved his hand again, stroking her thigh as she tried to turn herself away from him. He studied Sir Patrick's face for a moment and then said, "I would not wish you to. He doesn’t look in his supply cases unless he needs something from them.”“So, he’s a bit special after all?”Whitworth turned to look at his Colonel. “I gave all the prisoners extra. The ones that are still alive, that is. Most of them, as you know, don’t last through the first few months, let alone the first winter. They’re too fucking lazy to do what they need to do to survive.”Whitworth didn’t bother to say that the extra he gave to the other surviving prisoners was given after he gave. I would feel safer and more comfortable there. We both knew that. And as we rolled and walked into the living room Cliff stopped, looked around, and took in my art and books and decorations. He had never been here. This was all new in every way for me and for him. I stopped, looked up at him, and he leaned over and gave me the first kiss of my life from a man other than a relative. It was good. He placed his hand on the back of my head and caressed my brown curls. He softly kissed my lips and I.