Chapter 5: Shocking Encounter

Clive Wilson was so very happy to have all these people inside his hospital room visiting him, causing him to blush a little and shed a second of tears, as he saw their smiling faces while they greeted him with hugs and kisses.

His assistant, Francine, and his newest client Whitney Washington and Ann Hathaway, her mentor all were there to visit him. And for hours, they talk about the good and bad sides of Whitney's potential singing career. They were talking about the pending contract, she would be signing with Clive Wilson, some of its inclusions and how after signing the document, it would eventually make her officially an international singer, and all the money she would be generating from all her CDs, videos and record sales.

Although Clive Wilson was elated to have all these persons around his bedside, keeping his company and minimizing his moment of gloom, the one person he was expecting to see there already, hadn't shown up there yet. And that was his wife Lydia.

She had called the hospital numerous times to find out how he was doing and that she had difficulty getting a flight from Texas to California to come and see him. But, with the news that he would be out of the hospital very soon, Clive told his assistant to try and reach her and tell her not to worry to make the trip to see him, because he would be discharged from the hospital very shortly.

Now the focus was back on Whitney losing weight, and getting her body in shape to meet the thousands of young people who were going to be staring at her from their television set and sometimes, in person also. And how she needed to be physically fit, to travel all around the country, eventually the world, and then get on stage and do her performances; and be professional at it.

The ball was ready to start rolling, and Whitney embraced herself to start putting in the work.

However, it was running into nine o'clock and Benjamin still hadn't called or showed up at the hospital to transport the ladies back to the hotel where they were staying. So Francine went to nurse's station with Benjamin number in her hand and asked to borrow the phone to call him. The nurse was hesitant about giving her that call, assuming that it was going to be a long distance call; but after learning that it was a local call to her driver to come by the hospital and get her and the others who were with her. The nurse smilingly handed her the receiver and dialed the number for her.

Right away the phone rang and Benjamin answered.

"Hello!"

He said.

"Benjamin, this is France! We are still waiting for you to come and pick us up at the St. Joseph's Hospital. We have been expecting you to come back here by now!"

She blurted out hastily.

"Francine!" Benjamin shouted; "I have forgotten all about you guys! I coming there right now! Just give me twenty minutes and I'll be there!"

"Okay! We are waiting!"

Francine replied.

"And please, come and say hello to Clive, he will be very happy to see you!"

She demanded of him.

"Thank you for allowing me to use the phone."

Francie said to the nurse as she placed the phone back onto the receivers.

The nurse nodded at her, acknowledging her curtesy. Francine then made her way back to Clive Wilson's room, sharing with the others, that she had gotten word to Benjamin, and that he would be there soon to pick them up and bring them back to their hotel building.

And during their moment of waiting for Benjamin to return to the hospital room, Clive Wilson gave his assistance detail information of all he wanted her to do with some of the other accounts he was handling for other singers in the entertainment business. Pen and paper in hand, Francine wrote down all that was required of her, and promised her boss, she would have everything done just as he had requested. And making sure that his most recent client feels comfortable, he once again, said out loud to Francine.

"Make sure, that you look after her, okay!"

"I will! I certainly will, Mr. Wilson!"

Francine replied.

The ball was in her court now, at least, for the next seven days. And Francine made note of all she wanted Whitney to do until her boss was out of the hospital and had suggested otherwise.

Strong and hard was the pounding on the room door, grabbing the attention of everyone who was seated in the room.

"You finally made it!"

Whitney exclaimed.

"I sure did!" Benjamin replied; "Just got caught up doing some task for one of my passengers; throwing me, completely off track! But I'm here now in the flesh!"

Looking over at Clive Wilson, Benjamin asked.

"So how are you feeling, Mr. Wilson?"

"I'm feeling fantastic! Can't you see, I'm surrounding by all these beautiful women! And there was one more who was supposed to be here, but I ask Francie to cancel her for now!"

Clive Wilson replied; smiling from ear to ear.

But on a much serious note, he continued on.

"I'm doing much better now and from what the doctors are saying, I'll be out of here in the next week or so! Which brings to mind, keep a listening ear for that call from Francine to come and get me as soon as the doctors give the orders to have me discharged from out of here! Don't hesitate, come and get me and bring me back to my hotel room!"

"Well, that is great news to hear! I'm very happy, you are having a speedy recovery! And as soon as I get that call from Francine, I'll be here to pick you up and take you to wherever you want to go!"

Benjamin responded with much enthusiasm.

Few moments later, all three females were on their feet, spreading gently hugs to the man resting on the bed and biding him to hurry up and get well so they could all move forward with achieving their goals and their long awaited dreams d. And before leaving the room with the ladies, Benjamin walked over to Clive Wilson's bed, shook his hand and told him he could count on him to be there to get him as soon as the word from the doctors were official.

Placing one hand on the other of Benjamin's hand, Clive Wilson made mention that he knew that he could count on him and he would be waiting for him then to bring him back to his hotel.

All four were now heading out the hospital room and waving their final good-byes to the man who they were all depending on for one reason or another while he sat up in the middle of the bed; sad to see them going away. But, he knew that sooner or later they would have to leave his side because the time for visiting hour was quickly coming to an end.

Making their way to the hospital elevator, Francine stopped at the nurses station, told the nurses thanks for taking excellent care of her boss, and left her phone number where they could reach her at the hotel, if any changes should ever arise in his condition. Gladly, the nurse took the business card with Francine's name written on the back of it, and stapled it on his chart next to his name as she bid them fare-well while they got onto the elevator.

The lights on the road leading to the hospital parking lot were very scanty and all three women cling to Benjamin's arms tightly with fear, as if he was Jesus, and needed to be saved by him. Reaching his car and sticking his hands inside his pocket to get the keys to his car, Benjamin realized that his keys weren't inside none of his packets as he fumbled from his shirts pockets to his pants pockets.

Soon, he began pressing his face against the windscreen windows trying to see if he had left the keys inside the ignition of his car. But looking carefully, it didn't seemed to be there either.

For moment, he had unpleasant thoughts racing through his mind; because he didn't want to offend any of the ladies who were with him. But, like a bad sneeze, he couldn't hold it in, and so he finally let it out.

"Where the hell have I put the damn keys?"

He blurted out frustratingly while circling around and around the big black car.

In the meantime, Whitney, Ann and Francine were cobbled up together, wondering if anything would come rushing out at them from the dark shadows behind the edges and wild bushes surrounding the parking lot.

"You still can't remember where you left it?"

Ann asked with much concern in her voice.

"No, not at all!"

Benjamin replied.

For a moment, he paused, standing there and thinking about where he could have put the keys to his car.

"Shit!"

He exclaimed.

Soon Benjamin began running to the hospital garbage bin.

He suddenly remembered that he was eating some KFC and threw the containers inside the bin before entering the elevator of the hospital.

From across the street, Benjamin could see the security guard for the hospital turning the keys inside the doors, indicating that all visiting were over for the night.

But would they let him back in?

Racing across the streets, Benjamin began pounding on the glass doors of the hospital building for the security guards to open the doors and let him in, so he could go ahead and search through garbage bin for his missing keys. But the guard, turning around and seeing him, shook his head and signaled with his hands like he was directing a plane on the runway, as he stated.

"I can't let you in!"

Soon, the guard turned away and began making his way towards the elevator door, causing Benjamin to begin pounding even harder than before. Because he knew that if that guard went away there would be no one else to let him inside the building.

Quickly, the security guard made a U-turn to the entrance door and through the tiny hole he shouted.

"All visiting hours are over and it is my brake time now... I have to go eat now!"

"I'm not visiting anyone!"

Benjamin shouted back at him.

But, before he could explained to the guard that he only wanted to search for his keys that he believed could be in the hospital bin, the guard raced back to the elevator door, punched the button and then disappeared. Leaving Benjamin very angry and desperate.

He wanted to smash the damn glass doors with one of the huge molders the hospital had at the front of the building, surrounding the gardens; but his conscience wouldn't allow him to do such a thing. So he leaned against the glass door patiently hoping and praying for someone to come inside the hospital lobby and open the door for him to enter, but, his wait was in vain!

He was there leaning against the glass for good forty-five minutes or more, and yet still, no one showed up. And after the long wait in the night air, the security guard retuned from his break. And after seeing Benjamin still standing there, he walked up to the door, put his mouth against the crack space and asked in surprise.

"Man, what are you still doing here?"

"Could you please open the door?"

Benjamin pleaded angrily.

Soon, the guard began removing a bunch of keys from is waistline and began opening the front door of the hospital building with it.

"Why could you just open the door for me before you went on your break?"

Benjamin asked with a look of annoyance on his face as he entered the building and made his way towards the garbage container.

But, the guard only stared at him with look of audaciousness on his face.

Seconds later, he was standing over the bin, removing the lid and diving into it searching for his car keys while the security guard stood there in amazement, staring at him. Not long after searching the bin, Benjamin found them, securely laying in the KFC box with the grease paper still wrapped around them. It was not only his car keys that was on the bunch; but also the keys to his house, his mother's house and the grocery shop; a little business he operated on the side to supplement his income.

The keys in hand, Benjamin dangled them in the air with a pleasant smile of relief on his face.

Surprisingly the guard asked.

"This is what, you were banging on the door for, all this time?"

"You know, I could have gone inside there and gotten it for you; if only you had ask me!"

He commented, as if he cared.

"How could I have asked, if you wouldn't even open the damn doors and speak to me?"

Benjamin lashed out.

Caring very little about his response, Benjamin swung the doors to the hospital wide open, hastily marched through them and began jogging his way towards his car amongst the eerie shadows of the darkness.

There on the top of the bonnet of his car, he found all three ladies cluster together, like sea lions on the sea shore, dosing off to sleep in the night air. It seems as though, they were heading off into a very deep sleep when he shouted out Francine's name since none of them answered him the first time he called. It was the second calling of Francine's name before he had gotten any response from any of the women, and Whitney was the one who made the startling alarm, indicating that someone else, was in their presences.

For a brief moment she went on screaming until Ann jumped from off the bonnet of the car and began asking.

"What is it, dear?"

Still dumbfounded, she kept silent, shivering, but Benjamin quickly answered.

"It's me! I just found my keys in the garbage container!"

He said.

"But you have been gone for almost an hour now!"

Francine said with a puzzled look on her face.

"It is the damn guard! He wouldn't open the door for me until he went on his lunchbreak, night-break or whatever break it was! He came back and saw me there still standing, still waiting to enter the building! And only then, he decided to open the damn door and let me in!"

Benjamin explained upsettingly.

Soon, all three ladies began sliding from off the top bonnet of Benjamin's car while he opened the doors for them to enter in. And shortly afterwards, he too was seated around the steering wheel and leaving out of the creepiness of the hospital parking lot in a hurry.

Forty minutes later, he was pulling up in front of the Sherrington Hotel and letting out each passenger from his car. While Francine went into her purse, pulled out a hefty sum of money and paid it to him, before making her way to the entrance of the hotel door.

"Have a good night, Benjamin!" Francine yelled; "We'll talk in the morning!"

Then, she was pushing the large glass door open, and she and the other ladies made their way onto the elevator and up to their rooms; just after telling those working at the front desk goodnight.

Whitney and Ann made it onto the third floor and then to their rooms without a glitch while Francine made it up to the seven floor after wishing her friends and associates a pleasant night. But before heading over to her suite, she stopped by Clive Wilson's hotel room to give his wife a ring, telling her not to worry making that trip over to California because her husband would be out of the hospital very soon. And also to pull out, the contracts that he wanted her to have Whitney signed, as soon as possible.

Standing in front of her boss's doorway, Francine was quite certain that she had heard some noise inside of the room.

At first, she was hesitant to open the door, but after having second thoughts, she presumed that someone from the house-keeping department was inside, cleaning out the room; because they were aware that its occupant was admitted at the hospital. Or, probably wanted him or his visiting family to come and see him in a freshly clean room. Since the hotel staff knew that whenever he was there, he didn't like anyone coming to the room and disturbing him most of the time with their cleaning duties.

Oftentimes, fearing that they were there listening to his private conversation, so they could bring back news to the tabloids about those who were under contract with him.

However, bravely, she open the door to her boss's hotel room and found his wife there with three other persons in the room. Two men and another woman.

The woman looking more like her sister and both men seeming to be more athletic and younger than her husband but not young enough to be his sons.

She looked at them and stared with wonderment all over her face while her sweat glands pop open, sending our of her a reservoir of cold water making her soaking wet.

"Lydia!"

Francine shouted.

"I was just coming here to use the phone and call you and let you know that your husband will be leaving the hospital soon... around a week or so; the doctors said. So he wanted me to tell you, not to worry and make the trip here, since he will be out of the hospital soon. But I can see, you're already here!"

She went on to explain.

Before Lydia could comment, Francine went on to ask with a puzzle look upon her face while her heat kept pounding with fright.

"Why have you come here first, and not gone straight to the hospital to see your husband?"

Lydia pause for a moment, turning around, looking at those who were with her, then return, facing Francine and replied.

"I just thought, I should stop here first, shower and then go by the hospital to see him in the morning."

Hearing her reasons, France said; "Okay then! Good night!" and then left for her room shaking.

But as she walked away from the door towards her own room, she could feel in her gut that something wasn't right. Or, was it only in her head... her own preconceived notion of what a wife should do first, especially in a situation like this; when her husband is laid up in the hospital suffering from a heart attack.

Was Lydia painting the right picture of how her children should treat their future spouse, family members, when they had their own families or was she up to something else?

"If he was my husband, I would have gone to the hospital to see him first! Instead of being in his hotel room frolicking around with friends or whoever they were to her! Were they more of a priority to her than her own husband?"

Francine reasoned with herself as she entered her room and laid across the soft comforts of the bed covering

She wondered, if she should tell her boss of her observation in his hotel room with his wife. On a second note, she thought she should let sleeping dogs lie, because she knew, her boss Clive Wilson was a very pretentious man who strikes only when the heat is off and no one was expecting him to act.

Furthermore, she knew, he had eyes and ears all over the world that would keep him a brisk if anything unusual was taking place in his marriage or business relationships. Therefore, she called it a night, shower and then went straight to bed.

Bright and early Saturday morning, before even brushing her teeth, Francine called the hospital and ask the nurse who had picked up the phone to transfer her call to Clive Wilson's room because it was important for her to speak to him now. And upon him answering the phone, she informed him that his wife was in town already and was staying inside his hotel room.

However, she didn't make mention to him of the other strangers who were with his wife inside his own hotel room, fearing that such would probably give him another heart attack which probably would be permanent and put him in a box. And neither did she want to be the one, responsible for him taking his last breath.

"Thank you very much, Francine, for letting me know!"

Clive Wilson responded. And without saying another word, he hang up the phone and went back to bed.

Leaving the shower and getting dressed, Francine made her way down the third floor of the hotel to Whitney and Ann's room. And upon reaching the doorway, she began banging on their door with her fist hard and anxious, to have them open the door right away.

Rubbing away the sleep from her eyes, Whitney gazed over at the clock on the wall and notice that it was only little after five 0'clock in the morning.

"Shit!" She sounded off; "Don't tell me, this is Francine at the door, this hour of the morning!"

Grabbing the bedcovers and draping herself with them, she made her way to the room door, peep through the keyhole to see who was at the door. Realizing that it was Francine standing there pounding on the door, she opened it.

"What in Christ name are you...?"

But before Whitney could complete her sentence Francine blurted. "Rise and shine.... It's time for us to hit the gym!"

"What!"

Whitney blurted with eyes popping wide open like a floodlight as she cling to the bedcovers wrapped around the top of her breast.

"I thought, we were going to wait until tomorrow morning to do this... to go to the gym! After all, we had gotten back to the hotel late, and then went to our beds, late last night!"

Whitney murmured.

"Wasn't I with you, or was I in my bed sleeping while you were making your way to the hotel and into your bed late last night?"

Francine utter mockingly.

"Come on! Put on your workout gear and let us go! I don't want to be telling Clive Wilson any disappointing news; disrupting his already wounded heart or anything even worst! So come on and let us get out of here!"

Francine demanded harshly.

Ann's eyes were now open; awoken by the loud noise from Francine voice. But she made no effort to get out of bed and prepared herself for the gym, because she was still feeling tired and wanted to rest a while longer. Almost to tears, Whitney pleaded with her to come along with her and Francine to the gym. And after seeing the tears burbling in Whitney's eyes and down her cheeks, Ann got up from the bed with a thunderous sigh and started dressing herself for the gym.

Twenty minutes later, all three women were on the elevator and making their way to the gym for their required morning workout. Ann decided, she wasn't going to partake in the exercise activities because she was still feeling weary. Furthermore, she told herself, she needed not to do any of the exercises while in the gym because she wasn't the one who would be going on the stages all around the globe; performing and entertaining the crowds.

And just after exiting the elevator, Francine warned Whitney, that as of now, she should start making an effort to hit the sack early in the nights. Because when her physical trainer, Peter Tosh, starts working with her, she would have to get out of bed very early and meet up with him in the gym, and at the times he was requesting for her to be there. Especially, since he was man very strict with his time and with his work and would drop her like a plate of hot rice from his schedules.

"I can tell you this as of now, he will chisel you out and make you look like a goddess! But, all this teary eye and depending on Ann to be by your side and hold your hands won't work with him! So if you're not going to commit to the drill, don't sign the contract. Or else, you are going to be in serious trouble. Because all that Clive Wilson is doing for you now is an investment... it's all business!"

Francine warned.

And with a sense of keenness, Whitney heeded the warning.

Just like the morning before, all three ladies took their position in the far back of the gym where the masses would start approaching last and began using the machines to get their bodies fit. Except for Ann Hathaway who found one of the folded chairs resting on a heap in the back of the gym, decided to unfold it, sit on it and watch while Whitney and Francie exhaust their bodies with this machine and then that machine inside the work-out facility.

Spending a twenty minutes period on the thread-mill machine, ten minutes of the bench-pressing, and then lifting their arms in the air repeatedly with the dumb-bells consisting of five pounds and ten pounds weights. And after those exercises became too tiring, they started with the rope skipping which was more fun to do. A decision that had gotten Ann from off her folded chair and had her springing into action; because it seemed more playful to her and reminded her of her childhood. Afterwards, they began taking turns jumping between the ropes and skipping on and on while counting to see who could outlast the other the longest, before stepping or tangling themselves between the cords.

Feeling, dog-tired and drained from all the jumping up-and-down, the ladies went back to walk on the thread-mills to smooth out and strengthen their sore muscles.

Three hours now past, the large room filled with vacant steel bars, heavy irons and padded exercise mats were now being occupied with one person after the other. And with the gym getting more and more crowded with users, Francine knew that it was the cue for them to leave the gym and head back to their rooms. So she yelled out to Whitney who was sweating profusely on one of the thread-mills, for them to leave the area right now.

Grabbing her towel, she began dabbing away at the sweat dripping from her face and hands, and followed behind Francine while Ann slowly followed behind her. Francine went to her room to freshen up and change into fresh clothing while Ann and Whitney went to their room to carry out the same action. Just after accomplishing such tasks, all three ladies gathered to gather on the third floor and ordered their morning meal like they had done the day before.

During this time, seated around the little glass table in the room, Francine managed to brandish the new gossip to Ann and Whitney that Clive's wife was staying in the hotel with three other persons and that she said, she was going to see her husband today at the hospital. But, she somehow presumed that one of the men who was with her last night in Clive's room, could be her lover, from the way he was fumbling all over her as she opened the door for her. Just after returning from the hospital and visiting Clive's hotel room to investigate the noise that was coming from his room.

"Ah!"

Whitney exclaimed with both hands covering her mouth.

"That is ridiculous!"

Shouted Ann as she rolled her eyes and shook her head in great disbelief.

But, after giving the man's position careful thought, Ann being an experience woman, commented with much consideration.

"Probably he already knows that she has someone else on the side since he is constantly on the road... always in another state or another country scouting talents and making money! That's what he does for a living, and she must have known that he was going to be gone quite often when she married him."

"Well, he knows, she is here, but I didn't tell him about the others in the room with her! That is something, he is going to have to find out for himself or by someone else!"

Francine spoke with an unpleasant tone.

"And what if he finds out that she had her lover in his room and you knew about it and didn't tell him... isn't he going to be very mad with you?"

Whitney asked with a sense of innocence in her voice.

"Am I, a spousal reporter? He is not paying me to keep a tab on his marital affairs!"

Francine bellowed out with much annoyance in her tone.

Suddenly, there was a banging on the door.

"That's the food try!"

Ann shouted while Whitney ran to the door to open it.

"Come on in!"

She said, to the tall dark hotel employee with the large food tray above his shoulders with gloved hands.

Francine got up from the table, so he could put down the food tray easily. And smilingly, the waiter thanked her as he positioned the try on the tiny glass table while lifting the convers to confirm their orders.

"Ladies, enjoy your meals!"

He said as he bowed his head and made his way towards the door.

But before he could disappear beyond the door, Francine asked.

"Are you the one coming back to collect the trays?"

"I believe so!"

The waiter replied.

"We'll be leaving your tip under the try, so please, look for it there."

Francine told him smilingly. And once again, he bowed his head at them, as though, they were royalties before exiting the room.

Finishing up their delicious breakfast meal, Francine went straight to work.

She called Peter Tosh and right away, she began downloading him with information about his potential client, the outcome her boss was expecting from the training session and the timeframe in which he wanted her looking strong, sexy and slimdown to a size twelve or ten.

"Has she signed the contract as yet?"

Peter Tosh asked sternly.

"Not as yet!" Francine replied; "But it is going to sign it today... soon after I'm done speaking with you!"

"Soon after she's done signing it; give me a call and then I'm him!"

Peter Tosh suggested.

Seconds later, Peter Tosh was telling Francine a hastily good-bye and abruptly putting the phone to rest.

Because he knew, she knew not to call him until the clients have put their signatures on their contract since he could end up rearranging his schedules with the hope that he had an assignment and then come to learn that such person back out of the deal... change their minds about signing the contract with Clive and wants to work for someone else or ending up not working at all.

Pausing for a moment and catching her breath, Francine reflected on her quick rejection given to her by Peter Tosh and consider him right for doing so to her. Because such experiences, she had gotten more than once while working for Clive Wilson.

Quickly, she excused herself from Whitney's room for a moment and raced up to Clive Wilson's room to get the contract; so Whitney Washington could sign them and then she could go ahead call back Peter Tosh. And he then could make whatever arrangement that he needed to make with her.

It was around mid-morning; a little after ten o'clock, and Francine thought, Clive Wilson's wife and her friends had already left the hotel room to visit her husband in the hospital.

Reaching the door she made a gentle tap on the door to make sure that no was still inside the room, and not getting any response from any of the occupants, she used her swiping card to open the door and let herself inside the room. But to her surprise, all four adults were in the large bed, naked, and in very compromising positions, performing a four ringer orgy, or, a foursome, if it could be called that.

"Holy shit!"

Francine exclaimed with much fright.

For a moment she stood still, shocked, not knowing if she should go backwards or go forward to the drawers and get the papers.

One head looked up from the covers with dark, cold and very mean eyes and asked.

"What the hell are you looking at... what do you want?

Trembling like leaves from very rough wind during a hurricane, Francine sweating, nervously answered.

"I'm here to gather some papers for a client... they are over there... let me quickly get them!"

Without any permission, she hurryingly made her way across the room, open the drawers and snatched up all the papers that were inside the drawers whether those were the ones she wanted or not while the dark eyes beneath the heavy bed covers gazed up and down on her with disgust.

Consumed with a strange sensation of heat and coldness at the same time, she made her way back across the room, and then to the door way with all the papers in her hands. Unable to open the door with either hand, she popped all the papers up under one arm, manage to open the door and then hastily made her way out of the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

But, she couldn't move any further once she was outside the door. So for a moment, she stood there while cold sweat took over her entire body as her heart kept on pounding heavily and rapidly in her chest, as if it was about to pop from beneath her chest bones of her sternum.

She was now certainly positive, she was going to suffer the same fate as her boss Clive Wilson and have a bed beside him in the St. Joseph hospital. The rapid beat of her heart was too much for her! It was bringing her to a state of complete nervousness, and quietly she whispered to herself as she slowly lowered herself to the floors of the hotel corridors.

"This is what a heart-attack feels like... this is what a heart-attack feels like, this is what a heart-attack feels like!"

Then she was down on the carpets with the contract papers clutch beneath her arms, but she wasn't completely out as yet! And for a long while, Francine laid there on the carpet trying to breathe as deeply as she could; so as to regulate the beating of her frightened heart.

That was all, she knew how to do and she was working it the best way that she knew how...

"I have to breathe!!! I just need to breathe!! Lord, please help me to breathe!"

She kept on saying to herself repeatedly as she pulled in puff of air and then slowly releases them from her mouth...

Lying there on the hard surface of the floor, she wondered to herself if it was the cold dark stares from the eyes of the man under the covers which was affecting her so terribly. Or, if it was the sexual acts of Clive's wife and her friends which had gotten the regular precision of her body out of order and acting all wacky!

After a while, she managed to roll onto her back, placed the papers top of her chest, and just laid there and breathe away this crippling effected that was having a strange control or reaction over the smooth function of her body.

Over an hour now gone, and Francine associates and new found friends haven't seen her returning to their room, so left out of their comfort zone and went searching for her on the seventh floor where they expected her to be. Because they knew her hotel room number and they also knew Clive Wilson's room number, and after ringing both telephone numbers and not getting any response, they felt it was now time to start making some inquiries rather than just sitting there waiting. And where else were they to begin searching, but on the seventh floor where she was an occupant of and where she had told them she was going to get the contracts.

There was something that had given Whitney the creeps on the seventh floor, but she and Ann kept on walking down the warmly lit corridors of the seven floor of the hotel.

And just after exiting the elevator doors and making that deep bend around the corner of the corridors leading to Francine's and Clive Wilson's hotel rooms, surprisingly their eyes behold Francine! She was lying on the floor, leaned up against the walls of her boss's hotel room clutching her chest!

Ann began screaming loudly as she held onto her chest with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. Meanwhile, Whitney ran to Francine's side, held onto her hand and repeatedly, she kept on asking her if she was okay.

It was obvious that something was terribly wrong with their friend, but Whitney didn't know what else to ask her!

Getting a nod from Francine, that she was sort of alright, Whitney presumed and conclusively asked.

"Who the hell did this to you? Was it one of the hotel workers? Was it one of the guest staying here? Can you, recall what he looks like?"

While she took the papers from off Francine's chest, handed them over to Ann and started putting Francine in a sitting position.

Francine was unable to speak just yet, so she began making signal to her friends, pointing at Clive Wilson's door, folding her fingers in a round circle and began jabbing her finger back and forth in the circle that she had made with her left hand, indicating to her friends that someone was inside the room having sex.

Ann, gotten the picture - fully understood what she was saying to them, and so she kept on gasping and sighing time after time, with much disbelief written all over her worried looking face.

But Whitney wasn't sure of what exactly she was trying to say to her and neither would she wait around to grasp the full understanding of it either. Whitney douse with a spirit of hastily, left Francine's side and went pounding on the room door of Clive Wilson's angrily.

Ann tried stopping her, then Francine tried signaling to her to come and leave trouble alone, but their efforts completely went on deaf ears... Whitney wanted to confront this bully herself and put him or her in their place. After all, she had had her full share of people taking advantage of her, calling her names, teasing her to scorn, and making much ridicule of her. And she was feeling fit and strong now and ready to take on any bully, whether it be man or woman!

She was boiling with hate, just seeing Francine lying there on the cold carpets of the hotel corridors almost lifeless; unable to carry herself to wherever that she need to go to made Whitney very angry.

Those thread-mills in the gym had done her good justice and now she had her feet kicking in the door after pounding in it angrily for a while and not getting any response from the occupants inside it.

Minutes later, the door cracked a bit and seeing the door ajar, Whitney used her foot and gave the door one hard everlasting kick sending the persons standing behind it, tumbling to the floors.

"Which of you hit her?"

Whitney ask with her nostrils flaring and her eyes bulging like a crazy dragon ready to set a village ablaze with fire from its flaring nose!

"No one touched her!"

One woman said.

"What reasons, do any of us have to do such a thing to her?"

One of the men spoke with a towel barely cladding his waist.

"Francine, get up now, and show me which one of these prick-head hit you! Because they won't be getting away with it!"

Whitney demanded.

But Francine was too fearful to return to the site which had paralyze something inside her, and having her heart beating, completely out of regulation.

Not seeing Francine coming to the room to make a forthright identification of her attackers, Whitney returned to the outside of the room, unto the corridors and heap Francine from off the floor like she was a marine in combat who was determine not to leave his buddy behind as a serious attack.

"Which one of these prick put their hands on you?"

Whitney asked fiercely while holding Francine against her side with one of her hands around her neck.

France shook her head and barely whispered.

"None of them hit me! Just get me... just get me out of this room!"

"Are you sure, none of them touched you?"

Whitney sternly asked.

"I'm sure! Come on let's get out of here!"

Francine replied.

Having her friend reassuring her, no one in the room had physically laid their hands on her, Whitney aided Francine from off the floors of the corridors and across the hallway and then into her own room with Ann trailing close behind them with unsigned contracts in her hands.

Putting Francine on her bed and making sure she was resting comfortably, Ann turned to Whitney and ask with a surprise look on her face.

"Are you sure, you want a career as a singer or as a police officer?"

Causing, all three women to burst out laughing!

And in their moments of laughter, Francine found the strength to convey to her friends and business associates about what had really happened to her, sending her to the floors of the corridors and had her lying there paralyzed and speechless.

"An orgy with four people, Ah! Those images of sex will certainly do that to you!"

Ann said with a burst of laughter in her voice!