I would need nothing from the outside world while I was here.She was right. After I was shown to a room, I was issued a habit, some white underwear an...d a pair of sandals. Having changed I was taken down to a refectory and served breakfast. It was apparent that everyone else had already eaten.After breakfast I was taken to meet Brother John. He was a very unimpressive man, dressed in the same white habit that everyone seemed to wear there. But he had a mind like no one I had ever met before.We. "I'll back him out before Midnight" he screamed. "I'll back him in" Cried another, then there was a flurry of betting activity, with people betting "in" or "out", all happening in front of me. The bet was simple I go in the toilet/bathroom at 8 and stay till 12, if I leave early I lose.They nearly got me though, I'd serviced all the guys by 11.30 when the loud mouthed bookie and a young punk who gave me a hard time earlier, arrived. The little prick spat on me a few times then the loud mouth. " I asked 'may I come in, '" the visitor replied, glancing about the well-appointed room. "I of course am capable, but an office, like a home, is a very private place, and I find it best in my line of work to be very mindful of..." He settled his eyes on his host. " ... private matters." At the mention of "line of work," Marcus Stanton cleared his throat, eyes dropping to the desk blotter as he fiddled with a pen."Yes, well. I have heard that, though little else about you, Mr. Church." His brow. She came out in bit hesitation and called to my number again and I had received without her notice and went to some other corner. I said that I ask coming but half an hour late may be. She said this is not fair in upset tone and disconnected the call. She went inside and ordered something, sat beside the roadside transparent glass only. I watching her only.Till five to ten minutes she had not called to anybody. Now I confirmed there is no trap. So I called her and told her that you are looking.