She tried to turn her head, but was stopped by restraints. "What the fu- Hey!" Quinn shouted, but stopped as Taggert slapped her across the face. "Try...that again after the procedure. I'll not need such barbaric methods. Shame though." She smiled. A wild stab of panic swept through her, driving her to jump up and flee down the hall, but it was much to late for that gambit, her arms and legs had been firmly fastened to the table, rendering her helpless. In a small, almost whispered voice, Jessy. He, too, was careful, I was glad to hear. "In the circumstances would you care to reconsider?" Thank you, but no, not at this time." I told him firmly. "I'll alert you with any further information that comes my way."He sighed. "Good luck, Jack," was all he said. Any listeners would be mildly puzzled, but no more, and I trusted him to explain it away if any questions were raised.And now it was time to talk to Lee. This didn't just concern me, it affected her and Johnnie too, and I couldn't keep. "Alex grimaced. "Cheers for the mental image, Rich." he said sarcastically."No problem." retorted Richard simply. "Have you seen Ben anywhere?" he was referring to the third member of their small group of friends. Ben had auburn-coloured hair, and wore specs. He was the smartest in their classes. His family owned a newsagents, so they spent many nights there, helping themselves to sweets while his parents were busy and peeking in the dirty magazines.Alex shook his head. "No - why?" he asked. "Cougars, huh? Well, I could be. So where do classy dames like us go?"I thought for a minute before deciding to give them an honest answer. "Hmmm. There's always 'Ladies Night', that's a possibility. We locals call Wednesday 'Ladies Night' because Wednesday night is usually pretty slow and the nightspots become very intimate. Sometimes, I will go to a good restaurant or a chi-chi bar on a Wednesday night. See, Wednesday is hump day. The woman is horny because her husband has been gone for a few.