I was in a box made of a clear material allowing me to look out and around me. There was a sort of corridor passing by the box and all the other boxes... lined up on both sides of it. I seemed to be in a box at the end of the corridor. One of my walls was blank, as if there were no other cells to that side. It was just like a prison or county jail, but the cells were clear glass or plastic, or some such material. Each box that I could see contained a naked woman. I was naked myself, but I seemed. Well, we better go, or we'll be late for our reservation."He started walking me towards his Integra, but I stopped him when we got to my BMW and handed him the keys. Without a word, he opened the passenger door for me. I sat down as best I could in my short skirt, knowing that he was staring at my legs, just like I used to do when I let a girl into my car.Brian drove fast, but well, and I folded my hands in the lap of my skirt as the wonderful memories of my first date with him came back to me.. 30 PM instead of the normal 4 PM tuition time. I wondered why Fathima Madam was asking me so early as I wanted to enjoy my nap on a Saturday afternoon. Nevertheless, I had to go because she had a very bad temper and I didn’t want a hearing from her. I rang the door bell of her house at 2.30 exact and was surprised to see Fathima Madam opening the door herself today, because usually the door was opened by her father in law or her mother in law. She allowed me inside and closed the door and. Instead, he ducked down a side street, then picked up the pace to get back to his car as quickly as possible. Heading along a parallel street, Taylor went up one block then turned again and returned to the street where Reznikov was parked. Stopping at the corner, Taylor watched them for a minute to see how much attention they were paying to the area around them.He couldn’t make out details precisely, but the bodyguard had turned around in his seat, and was talking to the fat man rather than.