Ten feet deep, three wide, and six long. It had taken me a couple weekends of digging, and it was covered by more plywood and a thin layer of dirt and... leaves. The rest of the dirt was scattered around conveniently, along with six fifty pound bags of quicklime wrapped in plastic. There was a neat trick I learned years later with a stepped hole, a plastic liner, and gallons of industrial drain cleaner, but you never know what you don’t know. Quicklime alone was hard to get. The Mafia had used it. There had to be some way... and then two incidents happened which placed the invention almost in his lap. One was the request by the swap club to reserve the whole second floor for a private orgy. Zeigler was the kind who couldn't understand how people would pay through the nose for a shot of liquor when a whole bottle could be gotten for one hell of a lot less in the long run at a store, nor how some could fritter away hard-earned money trying to beat Lady Luck and his rigged percentages and. As always, he was careful in how he did it. He was fortunate because a blade slipped down and would have taken off his fingers if he’d been less cautious. In what had become a mantra, he said, “That was one sick man.”“You can say that again,” said Lilly through the closed door.After flipping the mechanism, Malcolm removed the bar and opened the door using his stick. Lilly stood in the center of room looking expectantly towards the door. She was a tall woman with long black hair that cascaded. I know it's going to cause some disruption of our workout." I can handle both of those. I suppose you'd like to escort him to practice." Yeah..."She laughed. "OK. Stop by my office at lunch and pick up a note. You can be a few minutes late to class. And don't forget to suit up. Can't have pictures of the team with our star player in civvies."I was surprised to hear her call me the star player after all that had gone on the past couple of days."One of the things I want is a page with thumbnails.