"Ok, we're trapped down here now, at least for awhile. Please tell me there's something worthwhile on the other side of that damned door?" Very defini...tely!" The Foole replied, with a hint of some fatigue of his own. "This leads, or used to anyway, to the Watters secure Black Museum, where he privately kept all of his hidden stolen art. This would have been our original destination anyway, if we'd had to intrude to come collect these pieces, before he so kindly had them all packed up for. Finally somethingI'm really good at. Two nutso older sisters, a gazillion sleep overs,and you Irmy, growing up with your whips and chains and being an onlychild, HA! HA!Irmy aggressively launches a pillow strike to my head. I easily blockit. Sie tries again. Same results, total block. Sie winds up. Bigmistake. I jab hir right between the eyes. Sie swings. I duck iteasily and then just clobber hir right in the kisser. Sie stumbles back,and I leap through the air and hit hir right over. There must be something else I can do. You’re supposed to provide information, but we have gotten little. What’s up?”“You always speak so strangely. As to your information. I have plenty, just not of the sort you are looking for. The worshipers that have control of the entrance are tight-lipped. None of the prostitutes here can get close to them because they already have their own harems and entourages.”By entourages, Mari meant men and women outside the harem hoping to catch their eyes. They. When she comes to her client is hovering over her. He has this crazy look in his eye. She asks how long she passed out and he says it’s only been a half hour. At this point she is sure she’s been drugged. Without trying to raise red flags Chayne acts as if she is feeling better. Chayne asks her client to fix her another drink and when he leaves the room she grabs her shit and runs for the door. She peels out of the driveway and heads to the nearest hospital. In the waiting room she begins to.