" "It's ok. We'll be out of this elevator soon, I'm sure. Meantime I'll keep you company." "Thanks. It's just... I am scared. I don't do well in small... places," she said. Seeing an opportunity to help his fantasy girl, he summoned up all of his courage. "If you want, we can sit down and I could... hold you while we talk?" "Thank you, I'd like that," she said. The two of them sat down on the floor of the elevator and he put his arm around the girl's shoulder, pulling her in close. "My name is. Helen may be petite but she is well endowed in the right places. Somehow Helen’s hugs seem to press ‘the right places’ hard against me.“Has Cecily been here?” Helen asked. She glanced at the dresses heaped on the chair. “Oh. I can see she has.”“Why do you ask?” I said.“Well… I’m not sure where to start…”“How about a coffee first?” Jane suggested.“Yes please, but I need to talk to both of you about Cecily.”“We could go into the kitchen,” I said.Helen nodded. Once we had our coffee we perched on. ’ ‘So what happened?’ ‘One Friday night Jim got really drunk, more than usual, and Chilly stopped him just as he was getting into his car to drive home, and took him to the lock-up to sober up for the night.’ ‘That seems fair.’ ‘Then he came to our house to tell me that Jim was in the lock-up and would be charged with being drunk and disorderly. That was when he suggested that if I didn’t want him charged we could come to an arrangement. You know. . . . .’ She left it to my imagination as to. The lane that I was in was still filled with cars, some empty, others with people watching, just like I was, except they were all men and were all masterbating, or had slaves doing it for them.Shaking my tears away once and for all, I turned my car back towards the main street and headed home, a car quickly filling where my car was.On the way back, I did see more scenes on either side of the streets, in the apartments above, everywhere, women being abused by men. And it was all okay.Another.