For me, it was nothing more than lines going in every direction that interconnected a bunch of rectangles with words in them.Phyllis said, “I gather... that you don’t understand what you are looking at, Doug. Is that right?”“Yeah, it makes no sense to me. It’s nothing like the schedule you showed me in your office.”“Jack and I have software programs that can present project status in different ways, Doug. The schedule I showed you is called a Gantt chart; this is a Pert chart, which is sometimes. She asked the rickshaw wala to stop at one side, she looked at me and said that she would get off, drop the kids and be back. I nodded silently. While she was getting off she quickly ran her hand over both my breasts and she was gone. I started vacantly ahead, then i realised that the rickshaw wala was staring at me, when i looked at him, he smiled and put out his hand and started feeling my breasts. I was not prepared for this, not prepared to have someone so openly grope at my breasts, that. -- I added, "I feel sorry for you guys though. I almost hope the bad guys release Prof's real name, because I'd love to sue them for all the harassment and to make sure the public knew what sore losers they are." Making that the second time I wished my car was bugged.Carol said, "I hope everything gets back to normal soon."I knew EXACTLY what she meant! "Yeah, me too. Big time." I used NP to gently stroke her cheek. Not enough to show up on any camera, but enough for Carol to feel it.. In the distance I can see the other group of agents, still impassively guarding the exit to the room.As I fight to get up, I feel my ankles being grasped and separated. In spite of my kicking, I am pivoted and dragged backwards by my spread legs toward the center of the room. Clawing futilely at the retreating floor, I can see a smiling Serena seated behind the desk.Reaching the center of the room, the women pause, still holding my ankles. My arms are firmly folded behind me; with several zips.