"Emily Anne Shreve."Then she looked at Alex, and I looked at Jessica looking at Alex, her look reminding him that she didn't have any idea what my nam...e was, or what my story was, and if Alex could remember, for just one minute, what she had just said her friend's name was, then perhaps he -- Alex -- could tell them both what my name was! (... And maybe where I'd gotten that sports coat, which was lightweight tweed and looked like something a man might wear in the South in -- say -- October,. As I clench my hands and keep my eyes scrunched closed I see it, a bright reddish flash. The first of many pulses is done. ‘That wasn’t too bad,’ I think ‘I barely felt anything’. She had started near my right thigh at the top of the bikini line. She moved towards my left thigh, with each pulse of the laser covering about the size of a quarter. As the pulses grew closer to the middle of my pubic mound they became stronger. Soon there was the smell of burning hair in the air, I think from a. That night, we again got dressed (up) for dinner and if anything, the atmosphere was even more decedent. The drugs, drink and most amazing food served and consumed in the most sensual fashion I’d ever experienced just kept coming. It had to be 2am when I ended up following the ladies to the lower level of the chateau and then, through what could only be called a secret passageway that led down another level to what seemed like a subterranean chamber from centuries past. The only light was from. ’ ‘What made you and your girlfriend so sure that the fat man was going to harm you?’ ‘He yelled that he was going to kill Clyde and Me. Then he raised his pistol to shoot us.’ ‘Did you tell your girlfriend to shoot him?’ ‘I had told her earlier to top up the magazine, move away from us, lie down into a prone shooting position, take the safety off, and be ready to defend us from the other man. So while I didn’t say, ‘Fire’ just as the guy was starting to aim his pistol, I had already told her.