then her irritated growl. The guard must have pointed it out to her.
Her raised voice quickly followed her growl. “Two can play that game, Dr. Greer. Sleep tight.”
Uh oh. I hoped I hadn’t bitten off more than I could chew. The irony of that thought, more than I could chew, caused me to shake with laughter. I never would have bet being kidnapped could be so much fun.
Wiping tears from my eyes, I walked over and picked up the pen and notepad. It was time to get to work and, more importantly, to take a shower. With essential writing instruments in hand, I opened the pocket doors leading to the rest of the suite.
Immediately after the receiving room was the casual living area Ms. Needham had described. There were three doors leading out of this room, two to the left and one to the right. I chose the first door on the left. It contained a nicely equipped exercise room. The second door opened to reveal quite a large bedroom that included lots of soft yellows and bright reds.
I tossed the notepad and pen on the bed and walked towards the bathroom that I could see through a large archway on the other side of the room. Feeling for the light switch, I found it and flipped it on.
“Goodness,” I breathed.
It looked like some sort of Roman era bath. It was huge with marble everywhere. The tub by itself took up one entire wall, and there were stairs I would have to climb to get into it. And, I guess that was the shower?
Entering the bathroom, I came to a stop in front of a glass contraption. It did not fit the old world theme at all. The back wall had a large control panel with the word NOLA engraved in its center. Surrounding it were all kinds of nozzles and gadgets with even more spaced irregularly throughout the shower. Some of them looked like they had moving parts.
I stood there baffled, wondering whether I should put me or my dishes in. Stepping inside, I studied the controls, but I didn’t know what the various terminologies meant. I’d never encountered a shower like this before.
“This should come with a warning label. Must have license to operate.”
I reached my hand towards the controls and heard a whoosh behind me. Turning swiftly, I found that I was sealed in. Oops, it also came equipped with an overly sensitive touchpad. I pressed against the glass door that had appeared out of nowhere, but nothing happened.
“NOLA activated,” said a creepy female computer voice from the control panel.
“What the...” I spun back around to face the control panel. I hurriedly searched for a button controlling the door, but I found none. There were just numbers and unfamiliar symbols.
“Open the door, NOLA,” I demanded. Nothing happened. “NOLA, open the door,” I tried again. Why wasn’t there an exit button or an off switch? “Don’t make me count to ten,” I threatened under my breath.
“Cycle ten engaged.”
Oh, that she could hear.
My eyes widened as various attachments began whirring and spinning. I backed up giving them plenty of room as they gained speed. When they started moving towards me, I whipped around and began to pound on the glass while yelling, “Let me out!”
Water began shooting at me from every direction. Who puts shower jets in the floor! And it was HOT! “Hot, Hot!” I sputtered through the water hitting my face.
“Temperature increased.”
No, no, no. “Temperature decrease, temperature decrease!” I yelled.
“Temperature returned to normal level.”
I turned around to face her. Maybe if I could grab one of the attachments moving towards me, I could use it to break the glass. I lunged for the nearest nozzle and pulled. It slid free of the wall, and I turned to slam it against the door.
Before I could, my head suddenly yanked to one side, almost pulling me off my feet. In the effort to stay upright, I dropped the captured nozzle.
Did she just grab my hair? My head snapped back in the opposite direction. Oh, no she didn’t!
“Let go of my hair!” I shouted
Her raised voice quickly followed her growl. “Two can play that game, Dr. Greer. Sleep tight.”
Uh oh. I hoped I hadn’t bitten off more than I could chew. The irony of that thought, more than I could chew, caused me to shake with laughter. I never would have bet being kidnapped could be so much fun.
Wiping tears from my eyes, I walked over and picked up the pen and notepad. It was time to get to work and, more importantly, to take a shower. With essential writing instruments in hand, I opened the pocket doors leading to the rest of the suite.
Immediately after the receiving room was the casual living area Ms. Needham had described. There were three doors leading out of this room, two to the left and one to the right. I chose the first door on the left. It contained a nicely equipped exercise room. The second door opened to reveal quite a large bedroom that included lots of soft yellows and bright reds.
I tossed the notepad and pen on the bed and walked towards the bathroom that I could see through a large archway on the other side of the room. Feeling for the light switch, I found it and flipped it on.
“Goodness,” I breathed.
It looked like some sort of Roman era bath. It was huge with marble everywhere. The tub by itself took up one entire wall, and there were stairs I would have to climb to get into it. And, I guess that was the shower?
Entering the bathroom, I came to a stop in front of a glass contraption. It did not fit the old world theme at all. The back wall had a large control panel with the word NOLA engraved in its center. Surrounding it were all kinds of nozzles and gadgets with even more spaced irregularly throughout the shower. Some of them looked like they had moving parts.
I stood there baffled, wondering whether I should put me or my dishes in. Stepping inside, I studied the controls, but I didn’t know what the various terminologies meant. I’d never encountered a shower like this before.
“This should come with a warning label. Must have license to operate.”
I reached my hand towards the controls and heard a whoosh behind me. Turning swiftly, I found that I was sealed in. Oops, it also came equipped with an overly sensitive touchpad. I pressed against the glass door that had appeared out of nowhere, but nothing happened.
“NOLA activated,” said a creepy female computer voice from the control panel.
“What the...” I spun back around to face the control panel. I hurriedly searched for a button controlling the door, but I found none. There were just numbers and unfamiliar symbols.
“Open the door, NOLA,” I demanded. Nothing happened. “NOLA, open the door,” I tried again. Why wasn’t there an exit button or an off switch? “Don’t make me count to ten,” I threatened under my breath.
“Cycle ten engaged.”
Oh, that she could hear.
My eyes widened as various attachments began whirring and spinning. I backed up giving them plenty of room as they gained speed. When they started moving towards me, I whipped around and began to pound on the glass while yelling, “Let me out!”
Water began shooting at me from every direction. Who puts shower jets in the floor! And it was HOT! “Hot, Hot!” I sputtered through the water hitting my face.
“Temperature increased.”
No, no, no. “Temperature decrease, temperature decrease!” I yelled.
“Temperature returned to normal level.”
I turned around to face her. Maybe if I could grab one of the attachments moving towards me, I could use it to break the glass. I lunged for the nearest nozzle and pulled. It slid free of the wall, and I turned to slam it against the door.
Before I could, my head suddenly yanked to one side, almost pulling me off my feet. In the effort to stay upright, I dropped the captured nozzle.
Did she just grab my hair? My head snapped back in the opposite direction. Oh, no she didn’t!
“Let go of my hair!” I shouted
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