"Fuck that. I need a guaranteed fuck, not some random weirdo who wants a blow job and to go home." Let's pour a glass of wine and think," he suggested....Violet loved to drink wine, so did Bruce. Maybe a bit too much. As they drank, Violet continued to surf online in hopes of finding another partner. As she had calmed down, Bruce took his glass of wine to the bathroom and continued his makeup routine. As he finished, he slipped into some heels and sat on the couch in the room."Any luck?" he. ."Foster reacted as if cold water had been thrown in his face. He whacked his cane sharply against the door and glared at the brown-haired younger man."That upstart! That insolent..."Andy's face reddened. "Sir, I can explain..."Old Foster whirled and shouldered his way into his office like a wounded bull. He made it to his desk in four or five swift bouncing, half-leaping movements, then plopped angrily in a high- backed burgundy leather chair. As Andy entered cautiously, the tall gaunt. The sign on the tent identified this as 'TheCarnival of Mirrors'."You run this thing, buddy?" asked Lawrence."Always have and always will," said the man. "The name's Solomon." Is that your first name or your family name?" asked Margot."Pretty lady, it's my only name," said Solomon, grinning at her - analarming sight in that bug-eyed, hairless head."So what is this 'Carnival of Mirrors'?" asked Lawrence."It's a mirror maze," said Solomon, "one unlike almost any other in theworld. Most who enter. “How do you know about all this? How do you know about where I live?”“About 320 years ago, I was a roofer. I fixed people’s rooftops. Then I joined the military to survive. They discovered that I could shoot well with the primitive flintlocks at the time. I ended up marrying a wonderful woman after I finished up my service. She became my wife. But I had to make myself an enemy to the local gangs. They wanted me dead, but I always eluded them. They somehow found out where my family and I lived.