"Miss Gatsby?" Norra is awakened from her programming. She is outside, with the Sun nearly directly overhead. She is standing on one of the many tennis courts that the van der Walkhaven's own. They are all in a row with a clubhouse connected to the middle two. She notices that she is breathing deeply, like she has been running. The tennis racket in her hand feels foreign, like she just now realized it was there. The water bottle that she was drinking from is not even cold, so how long have I been out here? She wonders.

She turns to face the voice that called her new fake name, which seems odd that it would wake her from the programming. She can see Mrs Best walking up to her, wearing khaki shorts and matching pine green top that looked like she might be on safari. Her hair is down around her shoulders, and now Norra is wondering if she had some additional "conditioning" last night. Why am I watching her hips sway, or the way her chest bounces with each step? Shaking her head, she waves at her, noticing the sweatbands on her arm. Looking down at herself quickly, Norra is dressed in a light pink tennis outfit. Her short pleated skirt looks to be a perfect match to her much tighter tank top, socks, and tennis shoes. Last thing I remember was...was...well, I'm not sure what I remember last, but it was nothing that happened today.

"So, you are a tennis instructor now?" Mrs Best asks walking up to give her a hug, "I had to ask the Head Butler where you were." Norra returns the hug and replies, "Uh, well...about that..." She takes another swig of the warm water, trying to buy herself some time. Deciding she cannot maintain a lie of this size, she says, "Can you keep a secret?" Mrs Best smiles broadly and takes her by the arm, "Absolutely, but tell me over lunch. I'm starved, and I didn't get much breakfast spending all my time looking for you." Norra tries to apologize, but Mrs Best continues on, "Really though, it turned out well. I spent the morning with several of the android guests and servants. I think I'm beginning to like this game," she adds with a smile.

They find a seat at a small table with an umbrella over top. The android maid comes up to them. She is wearing a maid uniform, but rather than black trimmed in white, it is white trimmed in black for outdoor wear. She squeaks slightly from the tight, shiny material. Her facial expression is a simple smile, and her head is completely bald (also a sign she works outside...never figured that one out, Norra admits). She wears a white sun hat, also trimmed in black. They place their orders, then Mrs Best says, "You first...tennis star or tennis wannabe?" Norra, having enough time to think and possibly "remember" what she is doing, says, "The Head Butler came to me and asked me to lead a few lessons today, as their android coach was disabled somehow. I don't think our hosts wanted anyone to know that things weren't going as planned, so I wasn't sure I could tell anyone what happened." Mrs Best seems to believe her, which is good, because Norra thinks that was the "truth", but she is not completely sure.

Their food comes and as they eat, Mrs Best shares her knowledge, after Norra asks of her husband. "Well, he has joined one of the factions. As it turns out, Mr Mann has become the leader," she held her fingers up to signify air quotes, "of one group, since he found the body. My husband has hitched his wagon to that horse, so we will see what those idiots come up with. Mrs Beardha has formed her own, pulling in several of the political leaders here this weekend. They each have different opinions on the weapon and the killer, but nothing conclusive." In between bites (although, I'm not very hungry, so I must have eaten breakfast, Norra reasons), she asks, "And what of you? Do you have a faction?" Mrs Best chuckles, "No, I'm an independent, like that Mr Dessinger." Norra raises her eyebrows at the way she said his name.

Mrs Best cannot help but smile. "I guess you are telling me secrets, so I'll tell you mine. Mr Dessinger was waiting for me in my room when I got there last night. He said he was searching the bedrooms, and mine was next. I told him he did not have my permission to search my things. He then asked if he had permission to search me." Norra coughs at his bold statement. "Needless to say, I have not been ridden hard and put up wet like that in a really long time. I slept like a baby, right through breakfast." Norra smiles at that, thankful that she really was not looking for her. Happy for her new friend, but then asks, "Uh, but what of your husband?" Mrs Best waves her hand as she sips her hard lemonade, "I found him passed out on the couch just outside our room, clearly he tried to drink Mr Azzuri under the table and lost." They both chuckle at that. Norra wonders about their strange marriage, and what type of friendship (if you can call it that) she is building with her.

With both of them caught up on what they knew, they pass the time in idle chatter, until Mrs Best says the words "Dessinger" and "poison" in the same sentence. Suddenly, Norra has a clear picture of something and begins to tell a story she did not realize she knew. "I heard from the Head Maid this morning, that Mr Dessinger did ask for two glasses of water, but his 'date' did not get one, as it turns out she is an android that he brought to help with his plan. She excused herself to go to the bathroom at the same time he came back with the glasses of water, which were sparkling in his hand." Mrs Best leans forward, "Wait, according to the Head Chef, he didn't ask for sparkling water." Norra nods, her programmed hint now complete, and says, "I know." This latest news makes Mrs Best smile.

She starts to say more, when the maid comes to their table and says, "You have another tennis lesson, Instructor. Please go to court #3 to meet Miss Herr and her sister, Miss Herr." Norra nods her acknowledgment and says, "Uh, thank you." Oh no, Norra worries, I gotta teach a lesson? I haven't played tennis since high school. Well, evidently I played this morning and didn't realize it, she chuckles to herself nervously. "I'll let you get back to work," Mrs Best smiles with a wink, "It was nice to see you." As Norra gets up with her short skirt swishing around her hips, Mrs Best makes a comment, "You might want to keep yourself covered around the twins...I hear they do everything and everyone...together." Norra is not sure how to respond to that, but straightens out her short skirt and replies, "Thanks, I will. So nice to see you!"

Norra walks to Court #3, self-conscious about her skirt and her tighter-than-it-needs-to-be tank top, but also wondering how close is Mrs Best to solving this mystery. If she had turned around, she would see Mrs Best checking her wristband, smiling bigger now as her metrics seem to increase every time she talks to Miss Gatsby. Norra finds the Herr twins already with their rackets on one side of the court. They look to be in their mid-thirties, brown hair on both, pulled back into perfect buns. They look to be no more than 5 feet tall, with a flat chest and flat back. They look identical and completely average, so much so that you would probably forget what they looked like after they turned around. Norra is not sure what to say as she walks up, but the twin on the left says, "Let's get this advanced lesson started." At the phrase "advanced lesson", Norra feels herself slipping away, as her robotic programming...

Elli is not too worried, but she is wondering why she has not seen Norra yet. Yes, she tells herself, I told her to hide away from everyone, but I was sure I would see her somewhere...it's my house! I don't want her to be found out, but I would like to know if she is okay. Directing the staff as they finish lunch prep, that it will be soon to start dinner prep. Setting Norra aside for a bit, Elli admits she is loving this weekend. Getting to use her human resource skills and be someone important in this game weekend has been a dream come true. She cannot remember a time recently that she has had this much fun at home. As she thinks those thoughts, Ahybara comes in, wearing her new white suit with a green bow tie and cummerbund today. She walks to Elli and says, "Pomegranate." Elli becomes serious and focuses on what Ahybara says next. "The tennis instructor android was found in one of the changing closets outside of the tennis center in a 'compromising position', according to the security team." Relaxing somewhat, fearing the worst from the emergency code word, she replies, "That is not uncommon...they really like the way he looks."

Ahybara continues, "This android is a female model, and security was alerted due to who was found with the instructor." At this point, Elli feels a painful memory returning, as she waits for Ahybara to continue. "As you requested, security was put on alert if the Herr twins ever visit the Tennis Center. After their lesson, they were seen manipulating the Instructor into one of the changing rooms." At this point, Elli needs not hear anymore, but before she can stop Ahybara, "The security team acted on their orders and found the Herr twins with their male components extended and the Instructor prepared to receive..." Elli puts up her hands and says louder than she needed, "Enough! I know what they do to androids. Daddy had to scrap the last one they damaged from their...whatever you call what they did." Elli still vividly remembers Candy Land a couple years ago and going into the changing room after everyone had left and finding the scene those perverted twins had left.

Taking a deep breath, she says more calmly, "I'm assuming the security team stunned them?" When Ahybara confirms that, Elli continues, "Well, put them in the stable quarters and lock it tight, like we planned for unruly guests. They will be mostly out of the way. We can feed them and wait on them like room service, but they are not to leave those rooms until the weekend is over." Ahybara nods her head, and then asks, "What of the android? It was caught in the crossfire and the team is not sure how much was done to it." Elli ponders that, as they are already short staffed on androids. Checking her tablet, she whistles softly, "Wow, Dinner Guest #7 has the highest network score of any android, and has been part of more critical reveals than anyone." Ahybara adds, "The android was with Mr Mann and Mr Dessinger when the body was found. This android has also spent time with Mrs Best." Elli nods her head. "Okay, I'll get the Instructor refitted and back into action. If it were to drop out suddenly, it might throw off the game more than we could easily recover from." Ahybara nods and leaves quickly to get the Herr twins locked away with the help of the security team.

Using the tablet, she sends a maintenance crew to the Tennis Court changing rooms. Okay, she reasons, we will need to clean and reformat the Instructor back into Dinner Guest #7. But to do that, I'll need to restore the Instructor's base program. Then a clean and then a reformat. That will take hours, but I'm not sure we have much choice. “What story do I make up to excuse his absence?" She ponders this and decides to start the process now and figure out the rest later.

Norra knows something is wrong, and not just in the way this dress fits her, but also in the way she is thinking. She stands off to one side of the Billiard Room. She watches a game between Mr Dessinger and Mr Azzuri. Her dark green, skin-tight-leather dress feels similar to the blue one she wore last night, but something feels off though. Before she can check her body, she keeps thinking about tennis ball brands, tennis racket grips, and winking after she smiles at people. Why is that in my head?

She scans the room, and it is rather full with people milling about: some watching the game, some chatting, and some that look lost in thought. Tom stands up straight, having made another impossible shot; however, Mr Azzuri shows no reaction behind the shades he seems to wear at all times. From what she can tell, all the people in the room are part of the independents. Hmmm, she wonders, if they all choose to not join a group, does that make them part of the same faction? Shifting in her high heels, she feels a pressure below her waist that might be the source of her discomfort. Looking down, she sees more pale cleavage than she would like to show, and a tighter dress than she would like to wear in public (although, I am liking all these nice curves this bodysuit is giving me), but the part that makes her gasp is the bulge just below her waist. Her gasp was covered by Mr Azzuri making a loud shot with the billiard balls. Why have I got a bulge like a man would have?

Cursing the times she blanks out with the robotic programming taking over, she tries to remember what happened today. I came out of storage just as I went in: female. I had breakfast with Dinner Guest #3 and Security Guard #6. I then was...reformatted?...into the Tennis Instructor. Ah, that makes sense now. I remember teaching some lessons and then having lunch with the attractive Mrs Best. I cannot seem to remember what we talked about, but after that, nothing. And now, I'm standing in public, wearing a very sexy dress to show off all of my feminine curves, but sporting a male attachment of some type.

Feeling like she needs to get away and hide herself, she waits for the right time to excuse herself. Unfortunately, Tom walks over towards her and takes the glass of sparkling wine out of her hand. "Thank you, Miss Gatsby, for holding my drink so elegantly." He leans in and kisses her gently on the cheek. "Uh, you're welcome, Mr Dessinger," she mumbles awkwardly. He smiles and replies, "Please, call me Tom." A voice from near the table asks, "One more but with partners, yes?" Tom turns around to see Mr Azzuri standing next to a woman in traditional Muslim garb. Her entire body is covered except for her eyes. What made Norra blink hard, was that her outfit was shiny, and while it was not tight in anyway, except for the head covering, it was clearly made to be traditional in style with a more sensual update.

Tom does not answer him, but turns to address Norra. "Do you play, Miss Gatsby? It appears I need a...partner." Norra has to think about that: do I know how to play? She cannot seem to remember if she has ever played before. Tennis rules and techniques flash across her memory, but nothing related to...what was the name of this game again? She wants to be honest, but also wants to keep staring into those beautiful brown eyes of his. She nods slightly and whispers, "I don't think I'm in your league, Mr...uh, Tom." Tom looks her up and down, and she swears he undressed her completely in that brief second, and replies, "Miss Gatsby, it would be my pleasure to bring you into my league." Norra is not sure what that means, but she is pretty sure he is not talking about this game with Mr Azzuri.

"You can break, Mr Azzuri, while I get the lovely Miss Gatsby a stick." And while she cannot be sure, she thought she heard someone whisper, "Looks like she already has one." She wants to turn and run away and fast as these high heels will carry her, but Tom has her by the arm and heads to a shelf of cue sticks. His confidence seems to envelope her, keeping her safe from anyone that would insult or hurt her. The sound of the "break" happens as he hands her a cue stick. She smiles at him as they turn back to the table. Mr Azzuri is already off to one side, with his shiny partner next to him, like some sort of bodyguard. She looks almost robotic as she stands there stiffly, holding her cue stick to her side.

"Why don't you go first, Miss Gatsby? Let's line up to get the 'one' ball." Norra looks around on the table containing so many colored balls and sees a yellow ball with a 'one' on it. Not too far from it is a solid white ball. "Come, let me show you the right position." Tom, acting almost like a puppeteer, moves her arms and hands around to grip the cue stick. She can feel his hands on her legs, as he positions them properly, too. With a hand on her stomach and another on her back, he bends her over the table. "Now," he says as he comes in behind her, "Slide the stick back forth on your bridge. Put your fingers like this...yes, that's it. Smoothly now...back and forth." Norra is breathing heavy as she tries to focus on the ball in front of her on the table, and the others behind her pressing into her leather covered butt. She is not sure if he is talking about the game or something he wants later, but with a sharp 'thunk', she hits the white ball with the cue stick and it rolls along the table to put the yellow ball in the corner pocket. The sound of the ball falling into the pocket echoes in the room, as it appears everyone was silently holding their breath while watching Mr Dessinger and Miss Gatsby take her shot. "I made it!' Norra exclaims to everyone's surprise, with a few people clapping slowly. She turns to face him and he smiles back at her warmly, "Indeed you did, well-done. Would you care to take another shot?"

As far as the game goes, Norra would not make another ball the rest of the game. Unfortunately, Mr Azzuri's partner was incredible. Unlike the last game where everyone seemed interested in the duel between the men, this game lacked emotion...it felt business like. Without emotion or even speaking, Azzuri's partner made the most impossible shots. She did miss twice, but that was due to Tom playing defense. Mr Azzuri hardly tried on his turn, and while Norra appreciated Tom's help each time, she could not make another one. The game ended quicker than the last, with Azzuri's partner making short work of the pair. Afterwards, Tom walks up to him, "It appears we have tied but I have no stomach for another, perhaps another day?" Mr Azzuri nods confidently. Tom bows to Azzuri's partner then turns to extend an arm to Norra, "Shall we?" Norra slips her green-gloved arm in his and walks with him out of the Billiard Room, completely forgetting her cue stick leaning against the table.

Sitting on a fourth floor balcony that overlooks the front of the mansion, Tom and Norra await the maid to bring them their drinks and snacks of fruit and cheese. Norra speaks first, "I'm so sorry you lost, Tom. I am not very good at pool." Tom waves his hand, "Nonsense, it was fun playing with you, and I knew I could not win that game. Azzuri downloaded Pool Shark 1717 to his android mate this morning. I knew he wanted a shot at me, and just in case he lost, he wanted to have some type of win." Norra nods, "Ah, that would explain why she was so good at playing, but had no emotion." Tom smiled at her, as if he knew more than he was saying, but continued, "But I was not there to win that battle, for I've come to win the war. And like all games, you have to look at it from all angles."

The maid returns with their drinks and food. Norra looks up and recognizes the maid. That's Miss Yukihasa from dinner the other night, Norra recalls, why is she a maid now? It seems weird they would reformat...actually, nevermind, reformatting is definitely a thing around androids here. As he drinks and eats casually, he looks out over the expansive front lawn and trees beyond it. "Understanding him is not hard, but if I may be so bold, you are another matter, Miss Gatsby." Norra almost chokes on her grape, as she replies, "Oh? Why do you say that?" Tom does not look at her, but says flatly, "I've read the background info many times, and I've had parts of their server hacked. While I cannot see it all, I know this: you are Dinner Guest #7, AKA Miss Gatsby. Your programming is obviously in conflict as you have been formatted more than once already this weekend, just like Dinner Guest #3 AKA Miss Yukihasa who served our drinks just now." Norra breathes a sigh of relief, so he does not know I'm a real person. That is good. He thinks I'm malfunctioning maybe, or why else would he mention the reformatting? Her reply was the first thing she could think of, "I get a 25% discount in the Tennis Shop for being an Instructor, but I never use it."

Tom chuckles slightly, "See? That is what I'm talking about. Your mannerisms appear human, the false awkwardness and uncertainty you display seems human like, but then you say things like that which proves my point of your programming being in a contradictory state." Norra is still not sure where he is headed, but she asks, "So what's your real point, Tom?" He turns to her very seriously, "The van der Walkhaven's are changing the game to keep us at bay, hoping no one wins. And that, I assure you, is not going to happen." Norra seems to feel something stirring in her head, like there's something that needs to be said.

"The complexity of the strategy game has always been one of deception, and our hosts pride themselves in keeping the guests guessing at all times. Misdirection...distraction... sheer numbers of participants...the game cannot be won in a day, not because the game is being changed, but because they have orchestrated it to be too complicated to be handled by one person in a short time. The metrics are not a scorecard, they are a gateway to the next level."

Norra is shocked at all she just said. Where did that come from? I know whenever I get "conditioned" in that stupid autocloset, it is like a reformat of an android, so I'm getting more information than I can handle. It seems like it takes my brain a while to process it all. Oh wait, he's talking. "...wristbands. I'll remember that and maybe spread some falsehoods about them. Thank you, Miss Gatsby, you have been most helpful. And how do I know that? Just talking to you now, all of my metrics went up. Before, I thought I was scoring well, but now I see it is not the score on my wrist, but solely whether I make the right claim of whodunnit." Norra has given all her information, so she nods, "So it would seem." They sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying their drinks and snacks. Actually, Norra notes again that everything she has eaten this weekend has tasted bland, even the drinks. How can Elli be so bad at cooking, yet no one is complaining about it?

"Well, Miss Gatsby, I intend to have female company in my room this evening, and I'm curious if you would like to join us. I have a casual interest in your model type, and while I do not think my companion does, being close to you seems to have its advantages." Norra is shocked again. He already has a woman coming and now he wants another, but it is not because I'm a woman and attractive, but rather I'm a female and male android combined. How can I be so flattered yet so repulsed by the same person in the same conversation? What would Miss Gatsby do?

Before she can fully process this and answer, he stands saying, "But you can think on it, as I have someone else I need to meet right now." Norra wants to ask who, but he adds one final command, "Enjoy the view!" Norra finds her mind drifting to the scenery as her head swivels back to face the front of the beautifully landscaped...

Norra is still seated but at a much different table. This table is a heavy wooden one, stained very dark. It sits in the main dining room now, among other similar tables. Last night, she recalls, there was one unbelievably large table, which is now dozens of smaller tables. She pans the room calmly, not wanting to set off any reaction to her "just waking up". Each table is full of people chatting and eating, and most likely, scheming. Norra notices her table is empty, just her. She frowns at that, wondering why she is all by herself. Did Miss Gatbsy say or do something wrong? At that thought, she feels the now more comfortable bulge in her dress. Oh, she reasons, no one wants to be near the freak. Ugh, I hate myself for allowing...

Her thoughts are interrupted as Miss Yukihasa sits down at her table. Surprised to see her dressed as a dinner guest again, she sports a lovely satin (or perhaps silk) kimono of red. The flower pattern down each side looks unbelievably complicated. Nora cannot help but smile to have someone sit down next to her. "Good evening, Miss Yukihasa. Your dress is stunning." The android replies in rapid, fluent Korean (maybe?). As she starts to reply her confusion, Esperata also comes in and sits down at the table. Her latest Central American dress is tan and brown, revealing her exposed abdomen with a flowing trail behind her that almost touches the floor. Her black wavy hair seems to have a life all its own. She greets them both in rapid Spanish, to which Miss Yukihasa replies in Japanese (maybe?). Nora is even more confused now, but no one seems to have noticed the three of them in the corner table speaking oddly.

Plates are served to all three of them, with the maid saying, "Your salad...please remain seated until you have finished it." Norra thinks that odd, until the maid repeats that (or what she thinks is that) to Esperata in Spanish and Miss Yukihasa in Chinese (maybe?). Norra decides that someone may come and expect her to have complied like the other two, so she dives in. Like everything else, the food is bland as is the drink. Sheesh, she complains, can't an android get a decent meal around here?

She takes this time to observe the many tables of players. Each one seems to be working the room, trying to figure out whodunnit. She can see Tom at a table of all women being as charming as ever, Mr and Mrs Best are with another couple who look to be Eastern European, based on their Russian-military-looking outfits. Mr Mann is at a table of men, who seem to be yelling at each other for no apparent reason. Mrs Beardha and her husband are eating together with two women who look identical, but are clearly too attractive to be the Herr twins. As she ponders this, a fourth person sits down at their table.

Turning to face their latest guest, she recognizes Elli. She is wearing what appears to be a security outfit. She has a black suit, white shirt, and black tie on. Her hair is combed over to one side, and there is an earpiece in her left ear that is mostly covered by her hair swept to that side. She aims a device at Miss Yukihasa, who pauses in mid bite. Elli manipulates a few buttons, then Miss Yukihasa puts her fork down then picks it back up then puts it down then picks it back up. "Mmm," she says in her thick accent, "This salad is amazing," and keeps eating it.

Repeating the process, Elli does the same to Esperata, who picks up and puts her wine glass down 5 times before saying, "Mmm, this wine is exquisite," in her different-yet-thick accent. Then Elli turns to Norra, wondering if she should reveal who she is to her best friend, or if she already knows. "And finally Dinner Guest #7...or are you the Tennis Instructor...ugh, what a pain you have become..." Norra deflates a little on the inside, from her friend not knowing her and from the problems she is causing. "For whatever reason, you got fitted with hardware that you should not have, and now, we got to keep you that way. Fortunately, your backstory will allow for this...no one said how you had kids nor why your husband spent all that time away from home."

Whew, Norra wipes her imaginary brow, so it isn't me that's the problem, but the way the autocloset changed by appearance. I feel better now, knowing that I'm blending in enough to fool everyone. "And evidently, Miss Gatsby will need full use of her hardware this evening, which was not properly activated." Norra thinks back to her invitation from Tom and now fully realizes why Elli is here. She can see Elli pushing a few buttons on her device, and then the strangest thing starts happening. Her bulge below her waist becomes bigger and much more uncomfortable. Norra stops moving, figuring that maybe she is supposed to be paused, but also because she doesn't want to shift in her ever-tightening dress. Elli sneaks a peak into Norra's lap. "Ah, appears to be working now." Norra feels it expand into her dress, then contract, then expand, then contract. Her body shakes slightly, as there is growing pleasure coming from the movement of it. Oh, Elli, Norra pleads silently, please stop testing this thing.

"Looks like my job is done here," Elli says happily, slipping the device back in her coat pocket, "You three are back to normal working capacity, and we didn't have to pull you out of service." Norra breathes heavily as her bulge begins to contract for the last time, secretly hoping to not scream if she climaxes. "Your story for eating together tonight and having to talk to me is related to the disciplinary action of the Herr twins. I am acting Chief Security Officer and needed your input into the case against them. Regardless of time spent up until now, you three are now considered 'close associates'. Enjoy your meal!" Norra returns to eating the best food she has ever tasted, as the three of them discuss the many ways that carrots could properly be cut for a salad.

For the first time this weekend, Norra "awakens" comfortably. She is laying on expensive-feeling sheets, hugging a soft body pillow. Mmm, she thinks to herself as she nuzzles into the pillow, this is just what I have been wanting: sleep. No pressure to perform or hide in plain sight. As she lays there, drifting in and out, she notices something about her body pillow that she did not notice at first: it's breathing. Lifting up her head, she can see that she is entangled with a sleeping Mrs Best in a darkened bedroom. While Norra cannot fault her making a lovely pillow, this is not something she wants at all. From the moonlight coming in the large windows, she finds her eyes taking in the mature woman's figure, noting that she may be older, but she is still very attractive. As she tries to think about how she can disengage somehow without waking her up, she hears a soft moan and then feels another warm body behind her, as it rolls into her back. The hairy chest almost tickles her back, as he extends a large arm over her shoulders and lands on Mrs Best's other breast that is not being used at the moment. Sandwiched between the two now, she reasons that the man is probably Tom, since he invited Miss Gatsby up here earlier. And evidently, Miss Gatsby is the type of person to accept such invitations, even though I would have not.

Now, what do I do, Norra asks herself worriedly. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep between these two. And yes, I was hoping for maybe a little time with Tom, but definitely not while I'm snuggling with Mrs Best. I figure my conditioning made me do this, and for whatever unknown reason, I "awoke" now. She tries to stretch our her legs, but now Tom has added his body to the knot that is the three of them. There is no getting out of this mess now without waking someone up, she thinks defeatedly. Admittedly, she does feel safe and comforted, as she is completely surrounded (literally) by people who seem to like her. Taking a deep breath, she tries to convince herself that this will be okay for a few hours. Just relax...this is just a body pillow...this is just a boyfriend like any other...this is completely...normal. And while it takes her several minutes, she does eventually settle in and fall back to sleep.