“With your clothes on, is there a way...Help me out here Josey..”“Not that I'm aware of.” she said.“By the time I return, I want you two to ...get a choker to wear with your name on it. Or name tags that identifies you.. Fuck.. It's rude of you two .. making people guess all the time.”“Hey—that's a great idea! I'll get over to Boone and have a couple made. I know just the place that would have them..”“Send your s*s back to my office to fill out my paperwork, and I'll begin with her. You help Donna. The building sparkled had been justcompleted two short years ago to a great deal of fanfare for itsarchitectural design. Instead of a typical rectangular building, it was awork of art with a mind-boggling shape that intertwined to somehowsupport the upper structures - all while seeming to defy gravity itselfwith holes in the middle of the structure. It reminded me almost as ifyou took a pair of thick chain-link and stood it up vertically in theair. The entrance area that I walked through was. You are greeted by the twins who somehow have been separated from their true form. Petite, both velvet room assistants are dressed in their blue guard uniform with matching black cap and tie. They each stare at you with their yellow tint eyes that they cover with matching eyepatches. Their platinum blonde hair shine under the bluish glow of the mysterious room.“Hello former inmate, long time no see. Was wondering when you would show your rebellious self back here.”The classic tsundere swings. "Thank you," Shelley whispered as well, taking a glass. I casually nodded as I took one. Stan remained still. "The music doesn't get much better than this, I'm affraid," smiled Shelley. We all knew that Shelley liked old fashioned rock and country, only at social events pretending to enjoy classical."Speaking of which," came Stan, turning to my wife Margery, "You owe me a dance." Yes indeed I do," smiled Margery, leaving my shoulder as they went to the dance hall.Shelley and I remained.