"I've never seen anything like this. You do realize that this building will stand up to a F6 tornado and a magnitude 9 earthquake." How about a forty-...foot Tsunami?" If a tsunami can travel more than five hundred miles inland, the last thing anyone will be worried about is this factory," George answered."Terrorists?" The security plans are in place. A US Navy SEAL team could take it out, but some whack-job? No. Of course, there are the official plans and the private plans. Our private plans. She called the concierge, asking about a good spa. The overly friendly male gave her the address, and Tania thanked the man, placing the phone back on it's cradle. She went to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Tania wore a black bikini top, tieing the straps behind. She pulled up the matching bottom, letting it fit snug around her tight ass. She quickly got into her slippers and stepped out of the room, locking it shut. She got out of the hotel and caught a cab to the Spa,. I don't know if I yelped or not, but next second I was bouncing up and down in my seat as I shot into my pants, again and again and again, and I don't know if I was moaning or what, but afterwards as I was subsiding, I was thinking 'this is it, I'm going to be a laughing stock, my life will be hell, they'll call me all sorts of names, like pervert, I'll lose my job....', but nobody was even looking at me, or the stage for that matter. They were all talking amongst themselves, loudly, oblivious. She returned to the doorway about three minutes later, a bright lipsticked smile spread out onto her face. “We have finally made the decision to have you sectioned.” “What?!” “Admitted to the hospital for some intensive therapy for your illness.” “Mother… I’m not ill. Please don’t-” Patricia interjected, “nothing you say will change my mind Charlotte. Just remember the last time that you were left here by yourself…” She was right, what had happened when she and Mr Moore had last been on a.