“Yes, but risky,” I replied.“I think the Hatchett will have just followed the other girls, not noticed one of us was missing,” she said with a... blush.“Even so...” I began, then stopped as a thought occurred to me. “Follow me.”I led Carol outside to the staff stairs and listened carefully. Hearing no sound, we hurried up to my room level and seeing no one in the corridor I let her into my room.“No one will disturb us here, we can talk now, or carry on doing what we were before,” I said as she. " He ordered. I waited for Melissa to come out of the bathroom, seemed like it took forever! I knew Gary, and he wasn't keen on having broads over for long, not since his 3rd divorce.Finally, she came out all fixed up - and I got her in the truck and started driving back to the bar."I'm glad you guys decided to talk to me tonight," She said, putting her hand on my leg."Third time I got stood up, fucking assholes." Guess you made up for it, huh?" I replied as she looked at me for a second and. While she went off to deal with that, I went off and dealt with matters closer to home and of a more pressing nature.Samira was awake but she wasn't better. The young woman had slipped into a depression after learning the fate of three Minoan girls and what had almost happened to her and the rest of us. My visits didn't help her and my concern for her grew with each passing day. The only one who seemed to be able to pull her out of her funk was Asana. My youngest and newest mate spent her days. The little strap between his ass cheeks gave a stronger reminder of what was under his clothes. Control was everywhere. He was a respected executive with a demanding job. He had superiors or business contacts that were control junkies. Scot knew things about them, even some very private details. But…no one knew about his panties. Thankfully, on the ride to the hotel, Scot was able to unwind with some erotica. Some stories are descriptive with a plausible, although kinky, plot. The one he chose.