I think she spent all her free time sitting by my bedside, reading stories or newspapers to me. She said when I woke up she didn't want me to be behin...d on the news.The next time Sally came in and was alone with my lifeless body she said she had to let me know what happened, why she left so abruptly. She always wanted to tell me but was afraid I would leave her. But seeing my sister Leah, she couldn't keep it a secret any longer. She had to tell me, no more secrets.Sally began telling me her. And not only them. All the female staff of thegreater complex who had any friendship with, or could call on thereturn of a favour to, any beautician, hairdresser, cosmetologist,witch or wizard, needed, as a matter of life or death, urgentattention that day. And of course all the experts in such artfularcana were themselves invited to the Ball. 'Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?' Only with hairdressers rather thanguardians centre stage.Anne and David were amongst the fortunate few to benefit. At the moment it was all she could do.But she could move, she realized. Despite the fire that seared her body, despite the throb that suffused every muscle, joint, and patch of skin, she was neither restrained nor hanging from the ceiling. Movement was, in theory, possible.Reasons to move were obvious. She lay in the disgusting residue of her own long-dried emissions, half-adhered to the cold dungeon floor. The instruments of her most recent torture still occupied her aching orifices, and. ." I wasn't at all sure about this. There had been nothing provocative the way Jenn had asked me, but it was something new. I began rubbing the lotion into the Jenn's upper back and shoulders."Mmm. That feels good," said Jenn.I then moved onto Jenn's lower back and sides."Well, that's it," said I."Would you mind doing my legs, as well? I always find that when someone does it for you, they never miss a spot."I agreed and continued on. Jenn even asked me to do her ass, which I did, finally, after.