He'd seen through her nonchalant attitude in. a second, just as she'd seen through his false sophistication. God! how she had wanted to break through those locked doors and grab Trudy for the soonest plane and head back to Boston to the warm confines of her apartment. She was Mike Boston's toy for the evening and she knew it! Some friend Trudy is, she thought, leaving me like this.

Mike fumbled on the control board,, "This is one of my favorites, and I'm sure you will enjoy it equally." He pressed a button and a colored light knifed through the darkened living room. He sat down beside her on the sofa. "You're really a lovely woman, did you know that?"

At the sound of his words unraveling his plot like thread off a spool, she nervously tilted her glass and orange juice spilled on the zebra rug in a huge orange blob. "Oh, I'm so very sorry," she said, bending over to wipe it up with a kleenex from her bag.

Her breasts, dangling and free, swayed ponderously before her tilted torso, glistening in the meager light from the screen. A muffled hum came from the wall adjacent to the fireplace where the hidden camera projector-apparently set and ready for action at the flick of a switch-let off its bright beam.

Mike continued to puff wild circles of grey smoke in her direction and offered her a taste after each of his own long drags. His insistence was draining her strength and soon she was puffing away with him, passing the joint back and forth as if it were her normal behavior. Anything, she thought, to get out of here!

"Come sit on my lap, Ann," he beckoned her with an insistence not to be challenged.

The thought of this sleazy man putting his hands on her naked flesh was enough to send ripples of hesitation coursing through her body, and for a moment she thought she would have to excuse herself and head in the direction of the not yet discovered bathroom. It was too bizarre for words, thought Ann.