"Uh-oh," Molly says, very quietly."Yeah," I answer."Where are we gonna go?"Good question! The kitchen isn't a secure site for what we suddenly have ve...ry much in mind. My room is a bad idea—it opens on the living rooms, where the others are talking. My roommates' rooms are far worse. I bark out loud with laughter as I try to imagine using one of the closets, jammed as they are with sweaters, croquet sets, pornographic videotapes, and dead computer equipment. Then an idea strikes. "The basement!". They'd overcome a lot of this shyness, at least with their boyfriend, by morning. In the meantime, though...Jo Marie and I didn't have that problem. One the door was closed I ignored her and Frank. Rick untied the bow at my neck and my dress fell to the floor, leaving me clad only in my stockings and panties. He had a lot more to get off, and it took a while, with many pauses for him to kiss me, before we were down to his shorts.I've always thought it kind of funny that a girl can retain some. In fact, if she tied a two gallon bucket to the rope all the way up at the ceiling, and then filled that bucket with sand, it would descend to the floor and pull the wagon wheel up almost to the top. Rube Goldberg would have been pleased with her next step. She placed a stepladder next to the bucket, and put a plank across the top. One end of the plank went under the bucket. From the other end, she hung a four gallon insulated water jug which was suspended over a plastic trough like you use to. "My name's Sar'ha, I'm the lady you saw in the small room, do you remember me?" I said to the girlNatalie nodded but she didn't answer me with words."Won't you talk to me?" I asked her gently."Mum says you don't exist, you're just something I made up!" Natalie whispered."Mothers don't know everything, my name is Sar'ha." I said still trying not to frighten the girl"Sarah? I like that name." Natalie said with a smile I didn't correct her."Now shall we see why your mother is so upset?" I asked.