True, things would need to be tweaked in the future, but the fact was that he could hide if he needed to and manipulate those who would try to detain ...or confine him.I thought about what they’d try to do to him. Drugs was the first thing that came to mind. They’d try to drug him and keep him either unconscious, while they studied him, or semi-conscious while they tried to figure out what he could do and how he did it. Drugs could be administered in a dozen ways, so I started thinking about ways. I didn't want to unmatch, it would make the last week a bit awkward if we ran in to eachother, so I planned on just ignoring it. She had other ideas, and soon enough my inbox pinged. We exchanged a few pretty plain messages, I didn't try to keep the conversation going but she always had a way of finding an opening. Every so often she would throw in half a flirty message, or a wink, just enough to keep me interested. I sent a picture of my fancy room service meal, and she replied with a picture. When I checked what was in the bag, I suddenly remembered the slip and when I had bought it for her in about 1985. I just couldn’t throw it away. I checked the size and it still fits me, so I kept it.None of the other slips fitted so, regrettably, they had to go. There was one lovely black full slip I remember Sara wearing to her sister’s wedding under a fairly sheer black dress. She hated the attention as I, and everyone else, could see her lacy edged black slip through the dress. I did try. Apparently the light hanging on bare wires in the middle of ceiling was switched into service and yes, it did work. It shown that kind of harsh light that bare glass bulbs glare although the light bulb was obviously low wattage.As if driven by some unseen power, or perhaps what almost seemed like some kind of fear, sweet and gentle folk left the bunk-house like spirits, quietly and quickly. A soft high voice made mention of something about cows and I was left wondering about the gender of that.