Transvestia "Please let it be unguarded," Bob offered up the silent prayer. It was.

He rushed over to a bank of switches, flicked three off and on, and breathed a not entirely false sigh of relief.

"That's it. I've cut off the main supply and started the auxiliary source," he lied, hoping that she didn't know anything about the power room. "I have to make a few adjustments, but the danger is over."

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. No problem now."

"Then why did you turn off and on the lights in the rest rooms?" she asked as she reached for a button clearly marked alarm.

What could he do? He hit her. He had never been in a fight before, much less with a woman, but he was mad and scared and this gave him extra strength.

Actually his blow only sent her sprawling and hurt his hand, but she fell and hit her head on the floor.

He looked at the clock. 11:40. He would have to hurry.

He disconnected the auxiliary power and hooked a special circuit breaker into the main power line. He knew that this activity would show up on some control board, but he hoped that it would go unnoticed for a few minutes.

As he was about to leave, he noticed the bulky figure on the floor. It took several precious minutes, but he bound and gagged her. He realized that she could undo all of his work after he left. It was better not to take chances.

He placed a special lock from his handbag on the only door to the power room, and walked back to the lobby where he had left Jill.

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