No more tiny cell. Unlimited television privileges. Internet too. Better food. All you have to do is sign right here, and I'll take you away from all ...of this." Claire pushed a paper and pen towards the other woman."She's all yours, Doctor," Jeffers said as he unlocked Lauren's shackles."Thank you Major, a pleasure as always," Claire said."Easiest transport ever," Jeffers observed as he turned back towards his vehicle."No doubt," Claire said, then motioned Lauren into the Institute. "Come with. Jake, still soaking wet, raced naked down the stairs. The cabin, following his activity, began pumping oxygen into the living room."Béla!" Jake shouted. He fell over the foam-covered couch and landed next to her prone figure. Béla was unconscious, her skin burned black. He looked around frantically, trying to understand what could have happened to her. An area around Béla was blackened, as though she was the source of the fire. There was another round, blackened area on the front. "The sweetmeats came from the gardens," he told her. "And you left this in the library." She looked down at the tray and saw the book, The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders, she had pulled from the shelves yesterday. Remembering his comparison of her to the heroine of Defoe's novel, Beatrice said nothing. She reached for the bread and meat, making a sandwich, and took a hungry bite. He took the seat on the other side of the table and looked out over the gardens. He appeared. I’ll follow you up, just to be safe.” Rick explained, as he took the steps directly behind me. I could feel his strong build behind me, so close… “That’s a nice skirt you’ve got on today, Jessie. You look amazing in it.” Rick crooned from behind me. “Thanks, it’s new.” I blurted out. Is he looking at my ass? “Mmm…Are those stockings you’re wearing, Professor?” Okay, he’s definitely flirting with me. “Yes.” I answered, breathless now. It’s just from climbing the stairs… I turned to walk towards.