Put on one of the robes. Marcel will come in shortly.”I went into the dressing section and began to hang up my clothes. I removed the bra. I thou...ght about leaving the panties on, but that would look silly. And I’m sure this masseur has seen hundreds of bodies before, better looking than mine. But I was nervous as a cat. I wrapped the thin robe around me like a coat of armor. A nice thought. Which would not last long.Marcel came in, introduced himself, and asked a few basic questions. Every member of The Organization was supposed to do this, preparing for that hopefully far-off day when their existence would be revealed to a hostile world.There! That one just wasn't quite right. She was young, and looked younger, with perhaps a slight trace of undeveloped talent. Possibly a student on her way back from a jog in the nearby park in her shorts, sweatshirt, running shoes and terrycloth headband. No, her thoughts weren't right for that, not focused enough on studies and books.. The wooden doors were nearly twelve feet high and there were stained glass windows were scattered thinly across the walls in an asymmetric pattern. There were signs of age, though it was in good shape.The doors opened on their own and when I stepped inside, they slammed shut with a thunderous thud. Then I heard a loud click, I turned and tried opening the doors to no avail. I was locked inside and had that familiar feeling of the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The sunlight had yet to. "I will do all I can father. The sooner we crush this frail human, the sooner we can have fun." Deimos replied.‘Fun,’ Ares thought, ‘there was a word he hadn't heard nor had in a very long time. Then again the latest conflict he started was beginning to be somewhat fun.’He watched as Deimos vanished then turned toward a weakened Phobos. Whatever this godling had done, it had done a real job on his son. Then he thought, whatever the godling had done to him without being there had been a surprise.