I spent the trip looking out the window.We entered DeCoven through the secret tunnel from an adjoining building. The Keeper took my suitcase, telling ...me he would return the items, but that I was responsible for returning the clothes I was wearing. He called a servant to take me to my rooms, which turned out not to be my Dungeon cell, but a bedroom apartment, with an en suite bathroom and a sitting room. There was a lock on the door, but the door opened freely.Once I was alone, I washed up. She wore very little make-up, she didn't need to anyway and soft red lipstick. She really did look stunning.At 7.30 we stepped out, got into the car and drove off the 10 miles to the party.The house where this weeks party was being held was near Frinton on Sea, a very posh area, in those days anyway, and it was fairly secluded along a tree lined drive. We were greeted at the front door by a guy in his early 30's who looked really good, he pecked Debbie's cheeks and mine before ushering us. "They were making goo-goo eyes at each other when he first got there." And then he abandoned her to come sniff around you," I said. "What makes you think they're sneaking around behind the public's back?" Why would they have to sneak around?" she asked, taking another huge bite of pizza. She held up a finger to stop me from answering until she swallowed and took another sip of beer. "Are they married or something?" No. He's a widower and she's a widow, but he's in his seventies and she's only. It all seemed so ordinary atthe time.With some trepidation I showed up at Monique's house around 7:00 for thedrive into town and Veronica's house. Honestly I was not sure what toexpect. My memories of the night were fuzzy at best and filled withself doubt at worst. Veronica was the only other person to know that Ihad been out in girls clothes and I didn't even know her. Monique triedto assure me it would be just a fun night in, probably a movie andpizza. After the 40 minute drive we pulled.