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Patsy - Part 4 Chapter 15 I awoke from a very sound sleep, it was so sound a sleep that it took a few moments for my conscious mind to comprehend where I was or who I was. Then the memories of the night prior played out before my eyes. I was so disgusted, disgusted with myself, with what I had been forced to do, but far more disgusted with my action just before bed in the shower. What had possessed me to want to put a man's cum into my mouth?! I had desired after it, lusted after it, and had sought it out even in the filth of my own bodily waste. Before I had a chance to allow the emotions that inevitably would lead to a convulsion of tears to well up in me, my alarm clock went off and I quickly moved so as not to miss getting breakfast prepped. I hurriedly put on a very conservative business suit of neutral grey, an inward attempt at an outward sign of penance. A penance of my own making, though I told myself I had been forced into it, but had I been? Fight had long since been worked out of me. I had long ago given up any resistance to Victor. I obeyed his words without so much as a spark of defiance of late. Though the room last night had been dark at first and I never saw from where his voice came, Victor's words were like strings to my puppet of a soul. I moved with fluid motion at his whims and commands. There was that great anger burning in me against men, but why I could not translate those feelings against Victor, who had raped and sodomized me, turned me into this freak of nature, baffled me. The rest of my day continued according to schedule, breakfast prep, full day of office duty, then the evening spent with Tiff in the Victorian fashion. From the moment I woke in the morning, till the very last moment of thought before sleep set in, my mind was at the beck and call of either Victor or Tiffany. I could only think for the moment and never able to formulate any long term thoughts or ideas. I had given up on any ideas as I saw only an unending stream of days filled with being maid, office secretary, and then the evenings as a toy, a Victorian talking doll, as a plaything for Tiffany. What did change was that after that first night in what I thought was a real torture room, turned out to be not so. During a day in the following week, I could hear a lot of coming and going, and what sounded like workmen doing construction. The door into my office space was always closed and it being made of thick construction, very little sound could make it's way through. But not completely, but I only considered the sound I heard in passing, as it was not my concern. However, I was soon to learn it actually did concern me, for what little I could do about it. On the same night of the following week from my first experience in what I had thought to be the dungeon room, I was led again by Tiff into the basement and into that room. From the moment Tiff told me to get cleaned and put on a robe, I felt fear grip me, I would once again be placed in those cuffs and spiked collars, forced to submit to unspeakable humiliation. I braced myself at the door and proceeded in, the room was dimly lit as before. As my eyes adjusted, I was presented not with stonewalls and shackles, but now the room looked like a circus tent. There were large performing rings on the floor with sawdust, I couldn't make out for sure but it looked like bleachers around the outer part of the room with people seated in them. Background sounds were of a calliope playing and crowd noise, punctuated occasionally by cheers and laughter. It sounded like canned noise, but who were these people? As the room gradually brightened, what I had taken as people were really only life size mannequins. Some actually moved, but I couldn't tell what mechanically was being done to make them do this. It was all so surreal and somewhat unnerving, not really being sure if there weren't really some live people mixed with the dummies'. I just couldn't focus long enough to tell. My mind flashed back to the other day when I thought I had heard workmen. Now I know I had, the entire room had been altered and a new theme had been created in a day. They must have had a big crew in here to do that. And the dummies! This must have cost a great deal to pull off, what was Victor up to? Why all this? Certainly not for me, I knew better than to suppose that! At that moment, Tiff grabbed the robe from my body and did her exit, locking the door behind her. Unlike the week before, I didn't feel the horrific fear or desire to yank the door off its hinges. It had been a total fear of the unknown then, but now, at least I knew, whatever Victor had in mind, I need not fear for my life. However, I wasn't really sure I wanted to go any further, though I knew I had no choice. Victor's voice came from the ceiling and told me to go the far wall and put on the costume that was hanging there. Just like the little submissive he had made me, I did as I was told. The garment I thus held in my hands was like a leotard of fine cloth, almost latex in texture, though I could see it was stretchable and could breath. It was also orange and black in color but I couldn't make out the pattern. I found the opening that was essentially at the neckline and bunched or rolled it up so that I could put my feet in and roll it up my legs, adjusting it all the time so that it laid smoothly upon my skin. Up over my torso, then I had to work it around so that my arms were able to enter the arm sleeves and as my left hand came into the gloved portion, I saw that it looked more like an animals paw and there were little flexible claws at the finger tips. They looked like they were hard, but they were really only made of soft, pliable foam. In went my other arm and then I grasped the head part that was dangling down in front on my breast. I pulled and stretched this over my head and let it snap into place. Other than my eyes, nose and mouth, I was completely encased except for a small patch of skin around the back of my neck, my two breasts sticking out and two holes down around my groin, exposing my two kinds of genitalia. I now knew what kind of costume I had put on, that of an orange and black striped tiger. No sooner had I finished pulling and tucking this costume in place than Tiff reappeared with what looked like a small paint kit. She came up to me and after opening several jars, one of orange paint and one of black, she proceeded to paint my breasts, around what was once my manhood and had me turn so that she could paint the open area on my neck. The substance of the paint was like pliable latex, much thicker than ordinary paint, and it dried very rapidly, giving off a bit of an unpleasant odor. She completed her artistic duties and I now had little or no flesh color showing. From a distance, I'm sure my breast and back looked like part of the costume. But I knew my skin in those areas had to be free of fabric, otherwise the inevitable fondling and fucking I was soon to experience would not be satisfying to whomever was to be my partner. Tiff pointed towards a cage that was in one of the three rings. The cage was made simply of one-inch wood doweling painted black to appear like solid metal. Inside are three pedestals much like a large oak bucket turned upside down and are painted gaily. I recognized them instantly from circus films where a lion or tiger is placed and controlled by a lion tamer. Victor's voice came once again, simply saying to me that I knew the part I had to play. And so, using those memories of circus films I got up onto one the platforms and squatted down with my hands in front of me, like a lion would. Louder music began to play and a ringmaster, all dressed up in red vest, white pants and black top hat, came into the spotlight at the center where the three rings came close together. He lifted his megaphone and proceeded to announce the greatest show on earth, yada yada, and to welcome the greatest "whatzit" lion tamer in all the world. I really wasn't paying much attention to his words, rather, I was trying to figure out how this was all going to play out and what weird script Victor had dreamed up. If I was just his prostitute and he was pimping me out for a few Ben Franklins, then why all the theatrics! Just throw me in a room with some jackass and get it over with. But, instead, he's got to make some big production out of my being continually sodomized. I heard the door open behind me and as the lion tamer is introducing himself and in walk two more leotard covered men. One is clearly a black fellow and his costume is all black and is clearly a panther. The other guy is white and is in a white with black stripe costume, playing the part of a snow leopard. The tamer snaps his whip and they come into the cage and assume positions on the other two platforms. In the next hour, with the tamer calling the shots were are commanded, along with me receiving an occasional connection with the tip of that whip when I so much as showed any moment of hesitation, into various sexual positions. I leave it to your imagination all the humping, sucking and tonguing performed during this time. Finally, the ringmaster returned and ended the show. My fellow sex partners' left by the door, along with the ringmaster and lion tamer, leaving me lying on the sawdust in much pain from the abuse. Blood was apparent against the orange of my costume, both in my crotch area and some that trickled down over my shoulder from the welts of that whip. Whatever the tip was made of, it had inflicted several significant gashes to my flesh. I heard the door open again and then felt a very sharp pain, as Tiff had come in and began to cleanse my cuts with alcohol. She applied some disinfectant and then bandaged the wounds. She proceeded to take a wet towel and wiped up my groin area, inserting a tampon into my anal cavity to absorb the bloody fluids still seeping out. She then took out a pair of scissors, then proceeded towards my ass with them, causing a moment of fear in me, wondering what she might have in mind. But the fear was for naught as she slipped the lower blade under the edge of the fabric there and proceeded to slice the fabric clean up to my neck. In another moment, she had pulled the costume completely off me and I laid there once again naked, with funny painted breasts and genitals. She lifted me to my feet and proceeded to guide me towards the door. I could hardly walk, looking like a very bowlegged cowgirl. She left me in the shower in my room and I washed off with much hard scrubbing that painted latex that remained. Needless to say, I fell into bed, only partially successful in getting those areas back to the color of flesh and drifted quickly to sleep. Chapter 16 The next morning the alarm went off, but I just did not have the strength to get up. In all the months I had been there, I had never once considered not getting up at the alarm, but I was still so wasted I just didn't care. If Victor wanted to whip me within an inch of my life, then so be it, my body was still in great pain, so what more could he inflict that I wasn't already feeling? About fifteen minutes later my bedroom door opened and my body tensed up for whatever was dealt me. It was Tiff, she came in naked with a small bottle in her hand and proceeded to pull the covers off me and told me to remain face down. I didn't like the sound of that, what unspeakable punishment did she have planned for me? I just closed my eyes and steeled myself for what was to come. I felt a trickle of something being poured down the back of my spine from my neck to my crotch. My eyes flew open, as she positioned herself kneeling on my ass and legs and then her two large hands began to massage the fluid into my back. She worked her fingers into me, and I felt some very tight muscles rebel then give way to her insistent pressure. My whole body was relaxing, I was amazed at how much bottled up tension was inside me and this simple, caring act, was bringing out a feeling of contentment, I hadn't known for a very long time. After about half an hour, Tiff finally spoke, she'd been humming most of the time. She told me she and Victor understood why I had chosen not to report for my maid duties and would be allowed this one time exception to the program. She further let it be known, that should I ever do this again without permission, I would be severely punished. Further, when I felt up to it, I could get up and get dressed in something casual and that she and would go for a spin, maybe do some shopping or just some beach walking. She felt it was time for me to have a small break and Victor had agreed. With that, her big hand grabbed my butt cheek and gave it a little squeeze. It was a tender expression, but on my part, it only served to reignite some of the pain from my previous evenings activities. I held back the cry of pain and just nodded my head as I lay there. Tiff then left and I was once more alone, seemingly able to have a couple precious hours to myself, which had been so rare for me in this new life. As I lay there, letting the afterglow of that deep massage continue to work it's magic, my mind wanted to wander to thoughts about who I had been and how I had got here. But whether because of conditioning or just the knowledge that such thoughts were really futile to even contemplate, I would push them aside and focus on more mundane things. Mundane like running through my shorthand exercises, which invariably brought Tiff to mind and I would fantasize about us together. Not together sexually, though there was an undertone of that feeling somewhere there. No, more like we shared the same bond now, we were sisters and in spite of the way she treated me a little like her plaything, her doll, she was also the closest thing I had to a friend. Granted, when I was made up in her Victorian doll outfit and we sat drinking late afternoon tea in the outside courtyard area, it was all mindless chatter that I really couldn't get into. However, just the daily time together did impart some kind of "woman" like bond. The term "Stockholm Syndrome" took that moment to flit across my thought process, but quickly passed as I fell back into my state of denial, where I had found security. To have grasped that thought would have pushed me into a sliver of reality and I just couldn't afford the pain and exposure of myself to that. I was Patsy, I'd always been Patsy and that was the way it was. I yanked myself out of my thoughts, lying in bed was allowing my mind to go where it shouldn't, I needed to get up in spite of the pain and get dressed. I needed to return to my routine, a routine that held the ghosts at bay. Chapter 17 Tiff and I had a wonderful time, walking the beach, looking for stones with crystalline veins that created its' own natural art on the sand polished rock surface. Feeling the warm sand squish between my toes, the pungent salt air filled my nostrils with scents that brought delight. This whole day brought a sense of freedom I hadn't realized I had missed for a long time. I was gay but melancholy all at once, joy and sorrow were mixed up like two different juices in a blender. You couldn't tell where the one started and the other ended. My life was like those two juices, I had been put in a blender and mixed and I couldn't tell where I ended or where I began. But today was not for thought, it was simply to enjoy the touch, the feel, the joy of being free, if only in my mind, from the person I was. I was no one here on the beach, I was everyone here on the beach and I was experiencing what so many millions, billions of people before me had found walking upon a beach. We returned about dinnertime and upon entering the house, I could smell that dinner was waiting for us. We walked into the dining room and Victor was there, the table was set, and I suspect, a dinner had been ordered in from somewhere. Obviously, the food that was laid out on the table had not been cooked by Victor, or by anyone else for that matter, in our little kitchen. Victor motioned for me to take my seat and we all had a very fine meal together. It had been a long time since this kind of courtesy had been afforded me from Victor. He didn't even dictate what I could or could not serve myself. Though this was all well and good, an inner sense had me standing at attention and scrutinizing the situation in fine detail. Nothing was ever offered by Victor without strings being attached, and once again, I wondered what he was up to. What these strings might be was beyond my ability to decipher at that moment and after a glass of wine or two, I fell into the spirit of the meal and spent a most enjoyable evening. We were just like three old friends, chatting away about real things, though, thinking back, nothing of a personal nature was ever revealed. The conversation spanned mostly science, art and philosophy, things any college age students might discuss over beer in their dorm rooms. And soon, I felt the cobwebs of sleep begin to spin around my head. Victor's large arms had taken hold and I was carried away to my bed. Tiff removed my summer dress and pulled the blankets up over me and I knew no more. The alarm clock rang as usual and this time, I jumped up and got with the program. As enjoyable as the previous day was, I hadn't forgotten that I had been told it was a one-time event. If I were to even consider pushing that one, I knew I would regret the decision. And so my life returned to the normal, daily routine that I had been trained to. In the following weeks I would hear the same workmen come and go and on the same day of each week, I would be escorted to the "room", where I would engage in some fantasy like situation after another. I also was quick to discover that in the various typing assignments I received, there would be one that would read like a script and guess what? It would be a story line that I would later be subjected to. Victor was providing me with he script for each week's fantasy in the room, giving me time to absorb the story line and prepare myself for my part. Though I hated the part I always had to play, I was at least thankful that I knew, in advance, what was expected of me. And that, with this knowledge, I didn't enter the room with a great fear for my life. No longer having to fear these weekly games, I actually became a more dedicated participant. I was allowing myself to become even more lost, because I began to fantasize about the character I was to play and loose myself for periods of time during the day. I was, without realizing it, casting my old self even further away into oblivion. Another several months went by, always my days filled with activity from dawn till dusk, and then, one fateful evening, Victor is for once at home and Tiff didn't put me in my doll outfit that afternoon, but rather just had me put on an ordinary dress. I wasn't too alarmed about this, as on one or two other occasions, Tiff just hadn't been in the mood to dress me and left me to my own choices for the evening. After cleaning up the evening meal, Tiff came and got me and had me follow her to the basement. It was not Thursday, so I couldn't imagine that I would be headed to the "room", in fact, I realized I hadn't even typed a script up this week for Victor, nor had I been prepped for my costume, whatever that might be. I'd long since lost my fear of that door and as we walked through it, there was Victor, seated in a nice leather lounge chair, in fact there were three such chairs, which had been placed in the room and a wall sized screen was facing them. The room was still decorated with last week's play, some kind of space odyssey where I had played a Martian alien creature who had been forced into interplanetary sex from several earth spacemen, all under the guise of promoting goodwill between planets. It had been a really dumb script in my own mind, I could still feel the effects from the metal probes that had been inserted into me and I had some stubborn green paint under my nails I had been trying to dig out ever since. Victor sat in the center chair, while Tiff and I proceeded to sit in the ones on either side of him. He was smiles and handed out some bowls of popcorn and couple paper cups of what I took to be rum and coke. Considering the set up, I figured tonight I would be treated to a movie. Well, I hadn't seen a movie in, let's see, after being released from prison, it was now going on seven months. I guess several hundred films had been released since Chicago, so the chances were good I hadn't seen whatever film Victor had in mind for tonight's entertainment. Once we are all settled, Victor pushes some buttons on the arm of his chair and the lights dim low and the video projector lights up the screen. In the next moment, I'm stunned by the title that comes on the screen. "Patsy Goes Orbital". What the heck is this about, and before I have to even ask, the little play about Martian Patsy and the earthmen lights up the screen. I just sit there in a state of shock! All this time what I took to be simply me performing sexual fantasies to satisfy some mans physical needs, was actually a true performance being filmed and recorded by Victor! How stupid could I have been! Of course, Victors' directions from the dark, the very bright room, the elaborate sets. What I couldn't see were numerous cameras filming me from all kinds of angles. Victor wasn't simply pimping me out to guys who wanted something extra. They too, were more than just "johns", they were really porn actors probably getting paid to use me. As I watched the scenes unfold, I could almost feel all the physical pain and sensations in my body, reliving each moment. After some ten minutes, shock of reliving these episodes shifted to a general detached feeling. I was watching, but now I started to critique myself, as a former self used to do when he was reviewing advertising films. I marveled at the woman's dexterity in several situations, the unbelievable sexual heat she could generate just from her facial expressions and body motions. This woman was hot! Seeing the sight of a shriveled penis didn't seem to detract from her sensuousness. I was detaching myself once again from reality, though knowing all too well this woman was me, I chose instead to deny that I had anything to do with her. I was simply a movie critic at a theatre, making mental notes about production values, acting ability, I was simply assuming another identity to protect myself, just as I had done so many times before in this very room! The film lasted about twenty-five minutes and then another started, this one was one of the early ones, where I had been a circus animal. I just couldn't believe this woman, this creature, had been so willing in participating in such a pornographic film. Why would any woman subject herself to this kind of humiliation? I will have to add that to my review when I write it for my newspaper. I was now fully vested in my new role, very secure, very protected while I continued to watch. After the third film had played out, each film had been edited to run about the same length of time, a commercial of sorts filled the screen. There I was in various poses while the DVD case covers danced around me. There were twelve titles and they were being pitched either as stand alone downloads from the internet, or as a full set available in a DVD boxed set, for eighty-nine ninety-five plus six ninety-nine shipping and handling if you called an eight-hundred number. My movie reviewer persona was disgusted at this commercial, and planned to rip to shreds each film she had viewed. The commercial simply confirmed the total disregard for the dignity of women everywhere. Who was this producer anyway? Was this a Larry Flint wanna be? Disgusting! As the commercial faded, the lights came up, a burst of applause erupted from Tiffany and Victor, with much praising and cheers! Victor leaned over to put his arm around me. I hadn't touched a kernel of the popcorn in my lap, in fact, I had pretty well crushed the paper bowl and my lap was filled to overflowing with white fluffy bits. As the arm connected I turned, my face to Victor's, the rage was there, all primed and ready to explode, a force of nature just nano-seconds away, only to burst forth in a shower of tears! He drew me in and held me close, shushing me, and rocking me into his bosom. All I could utter was "no, no" continuously. Then he began to tell me how beautiful I was, how talented, how I made the screen light up! I was a big star now, that the internet downloads were now ahead of anything the industry had recorded before. I was a sensation and that I should revel in that knowledge. I was now the wet dream of more men, and probably a number of women as well, than I could imagine. The security of Victor's arms were disarming, though his words didn't instill any feeling of pride in me. I felt great disgust, and again, why I couldn't bring myself to lash out at him, the man who had, as I believed now, purposely brought this state of affairs upon me. Some time passed and as the tears began to peter out and I regained some normalcy, Victor released me from his embrace. I simply reclined back into the chair, not really able to focus any longer, just trying to reclaim what little remained of my sanity. I heard Victor explain that he, Tiffany, and myself were booked on a flight tomorrow and that we all needed to get to bed early. I hardly comprehended the meaning of this and just simply wanted to get to my room as soon as possible and shield myself under the covers of my bed- sheets. Chapter 18 My alarm clock had not even gone off when I was being shaken awake by Tiff. She said hurry up and to take a good shower, and that she would lay out the clothes I was required to wear. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the shower door behind me. The first burst from the head was cold, which helped to wake me and get me focused. Then the warm to hot water came through and I lathered myself up with the soap. Having watched myself on the screen the night before had affected me in ways I hadn't experienced before. I couldn't put it into words, but the affection was there. I put the bar down and my hands, almost of their own volition, began to slide over my breasts. My finger tips found my nipples and added tweaks to the overall fondling from my hands. I was a sensuous, exotic woman. I could see that now. I could make men cum in their pants with a simple smile. I generated lust in men's souls. The bathroom door flew open and Tiff seeing me in the thralls of my own masturbation, yelled at me to hurry up and get going, no time for frigging myself in the shower. "NOW!" she yelled and I snapped out of my sex induced stupor. I quickly dried off and threw on my earrings, I would have to forego the make up, I could tell I was expected immediately and nothing else mattered. I hurriedly put the clothes that Tiff had laid out on, it was one of my nicest business suits and I headed downstairs. The door was open, Tiff was in the doorway waiting, while Victor had already got the car out and waited out front for the both of us. It was too early to be blowing a car horn in this neighborhood, and Victor knew it, but I could hear that horn loudly in my mind! Hurry, hurry, no time to think, just move! I slid into the front passenger seat, Tiff threw herself in the back and we were off. Victor maintained the speed limit, but clearly he would have liked to push it further. After a couple miles of the back roads we finally reached the interstate and headed east. When I had last traveled this stretch of the highway, it had been dark and late at night, so I didn't recognize the landscape around me. However, I knew this was the last stretch of road I had driven on before I entered the diner almost two years ago. Victor tells me to reach under the front seat and to grab my purse, which is there. Purse? So, I bend over and as I slip my hand under the seat, there lies a little black purse, a clutch purse, something I remember from having handled an advertising contract. I take the purse and turn it over in my hands, wondering what I should do with it. I'm just too well trained to do anything more than what Victor has commanded, but he has piqued my curiosity! I hear Victor chuckle next to me, his little trained monkey has a shiny object, which she is dying to explore. He quietly says that the purse is indeed mine, and all that is in it, and I'm free to do whatever I want with it. At those words, my finger deftly pops the little band with the snap and the clutch unfolds in my lap. There in the slipcases inside are things I recognize and haven't had need of for so long. A drivers license, passport and credit cards. I pull the license from the slip and look at it. There is my photo, long blond hair, nice makeup, and of course, that sensuous smile on my face. All my vitals are correct, except I'm listed as a female, and the name is "Patsy Dina Eastholm." Even my signature is at the bottom of the card! I have hardly been out of the townhouse, let alone in any governmental department to have been issued this card. Further, it was issued in Illinois! In fact, it's got my old address as well! Did Victor simply monkey with my old license? All my identification had been stolen by those thugs, on the night I had been arrested. Besides, this was obviously a new card, not my old beat up one. I dropped the card and reached for the passport. I quickly popped it open and again, there I was in my new identity, another very flattering photo and my new name. This document also listed me as female. All stamped, all official looking as I turned it over in my hands, examining to see if it was purely a fake. But to my eyes, I could find nothing that looked even remotely suspicious. This was a bona fide, real document and it too, had my signature written in it. I turned to Victor, but he just smiled. What? How? All he would tell me is in order for me to board the plane, I would need identification and since it was important for where we were going that I be there, he took care of it. That didn't really answer the numerous questions going through my mind at that moment, but I knew better than to ever question him on any subject. All I could do was sit back and mull over things that would get no answers. We'd been driving about an hour when I saw road signs for Lafayette. The city came into view and after a while Victor turned off onto a state highway with signs pointing to the regional airport there. After a few more minutes we pulled into the long term parking area and we all proceeded into the terminal. Victor had this timed out so that we simply walked in, showed tickets, the lines for security weren't long and made it to the gate just as they announced boarding for our flight. On the reader board, I saw we were headed for Atlanta, which I had visited several times on business. But what could be in Atlanta? I couldn't begin to guess what Victor had up his sleeve. We boarded and I took a seat by the window with Victor seated next to me. This was one of those smaller commuter planes, with narrow seats and each side of a very narrow aisle. On this particular day the plane was about half full. Soon we were off the ground and Victor put on some earphones leaving me to just enjoy the sights from the window. He filled out the small seat with his large frame and I'd have to climb the mountain to get out of my seat. Needless to say, I was glad I had not had any liquids that morning. But with that thought, I suddenly became quite hungry, well maybe they come by and give out pretzels or something. But evidently not on the short flight, well, if a two hour flight is short. We touched down and by this time I did have to use the restroom, so Victor told me to use the one on the plane and that we would wait till the aisle was clear of departing passengers. I made my way back and did my duty, returning to find Victor and Tiff chatting up the flight attendant. They were all smiles and I wondered what stories they had told the attendant, as he just couldn't take his eyes off me! I hadn't particularly noticed him during the flight, probably because I was squished in beside Victor, but now he had an unobstructed view of me. I had a sneaking hunch that Victor told him I was some porn star and wetted his appetite for more, as he passed the attendant an ad card with his website on it and my body with certain parts of my anatomy fuzzed out. I was his product and he was promoting his business in every way. My face felt flush as I thought all this, feeling the embarrassment of the moment. I really hadn't spent much time in public for two years and I wasn't yet able to handle situations like this. Victor quickly moved us along as we entered the gate area, instead of heading out past security, he directed us down another ramp and we came to a different gate, which was just boarding the last couple of passengers. Victor zipped our tickets through the ticket reader and we were headed down the ramp to enter the plane. This time, I didn't have a chance to read the board, but I caught a snatch of conversation from one of the other passengers. It sounded like they said we were headed to Chicago! Once we had boarded and got our luggage stowed, I was once again placed at a window seat with Victor beside me. I'm not sure if thought I would somehow bolt, or make a run for it, where I would run, well, who knew? But, all the same, he seemed to be keeping me close in his space. As the attendant came on and gave the usual seat belt speech, I tried to settle in, though now I was really hungry and hoped this flight would provide some nourishment. As the plane began to taxi, the pilot came on the speaker and welcomed us all and gave the weather conditions that were expected when we touched down in Chicago. So, we are going to Chicago! Now I was really curious and somewhat wary of what was going on. Of all the places to be headed for, why Chicago! This was no coincidence, Victor was up to something, but I couldn't begin to fathom what that might be. The jet tended to leave a bit fast for my taste, as I was sure my stomach had just been deposited back on the tarmac, but it took about five minutes to reach altitude and then all settled back down. An hour into the flight, the beverage and snack cart finally came down the aisle and I was able to get a sandwich and a drink. I was thankful, as I was sure I was moments away from passing out from malnourishment. The rest of the flight was uneventful and we touched down in Chicago. Tiff collected the bags while Victor and I headed to the outside departure area to flag a cab. No wait here, plenty of them to choose from and soon tiff had the luggage and we were on our way. Victor had given the name of the hotel, which I didn't catch, and after some rather artful driving on the part of the cabbie, we pulled up to our destination. It was definitely one of the nicer hotels not far from the airport. A bellhop came and collected the luggage and we headed in. Victor went to check-in and Tiff and I remained with the luggage and the bellhop. Again, for the second time that day, I had some guy who couldn't stop ogling me! It was very disturbing and caused me to be very ill at ease. What is it with guys! Oh yeah, well, I should be able to answer that myself! Victor waved and we proceeded to our room. It was a suite on one of the higher floors with a fabulous view out over the water. It had been so long since I'd seen the waters of Lake Michigan, I couldn't take my eyes away for the longest time. I was home, or was I? What was going on and what did Victor have in mind for me? I wasn't given any time to really pursue those thoughts far, Tiff came over and opened the door to the adjoining room and motioned for me to follow her. Little did I know that all my questions were soon to be answered, though once revealed, I gained no real insight or release from all that had befallen me.