A brothel explained the many strange things about this place. Actually, he thought he was very lucky to have been found unconscious in a brothel, rath...er than inside a prison or the middle of a market- place. At least he would be fairly unnoticed here."I am assuming that this is Rome. At least that's where I was before I fainted. Unfortunately, I don't remember exactly where I lived or much about my life prior to the accident." Yes, Picard," she said shaking her head at his misfortune, "you are. .. Just as long as you're fine with it, Babe..."Monday and Tuesday were just like other days: neither Bill nor Cathy really talked about Wednesday, except that Bill said that he would pay for the taxis between his North London home and the Haymarket, and then back. Unfortunately, at three hours, the production was too long to realistically have supper somewhere afterwards, so they agreed to eat before they left.Cathy arrived at Bill's on Wednesday carrying her dress for the evening on a hanger. Just people. Scott was putting the moves on some girl I didn't know. That wouldn't upset her. Behind him was a guy leaning on the fence, staring right at Cleo."Cleo?" I sat up, putting my feet on the concrete. "Cleo is that..." I was afraid to finish the sentence."Oh God." Cleo whispered. "It's Micheal."I looked quickly again from Cleo to Micheal. I looked for Eddie."Flo, stay with Cleo."She didn't need to be told. Flo was reaching for Cleo. Cleo was reaching for a towel, suddenly wanting to. It was maybe twenty degrees outside and the fog we generated turned to frost on the inside of the windows. We unzipped our jackets, not so much to cool off as to give each other better access. As we kissed our hands explored each other.I’d managed to get a hand wedged inside her dress against her bare breast, but her dress didn’t have an easy access route like Joan’s had. I sighed in frustration and reached around her to find her zipper.“Don’t, Jacob. Not tonight. We only have five minutes. I.