Her escape corridor had led to a triangular room with only one other door, and then in horror she found the following corridor led to a second and ter...minating triangle. She was trapped and had no illusions about being able to backtrack. By now, Ricardo had surely recovered from their strange interaction.What the hell had happened? He had been in her mind! She was sure of it. And she had been trapped in his. It was a cesspool of hate and paranoia, and its filth had shattered all her illusions.. "Whatabout it was funny?" He immediately chastised himself for asking that.He hated it when he sounded like he was fishing for compliments, even ifit was exactly what he had just done.Angela giggled. "I don't know. I guess just the thought of a Neolithicpeople telling saying, 'Don't mess with us!' is kind of funny." Sheleaned back in her chair. She nodded to herself, as if she had come tosome form of a decision. "But that's not quite what I think it is."Robert could tell she obviously wanted. After dinner, she and her stepfather made their way down the stone steps to the basement. She was surprised to see several of her stepfathers gambling crowd waiting at the bar area for the evening festivities to begin. Penelope suddenly realized she was the center of attention for the little party. She shrugged her shoulders. Let them see me get my punishment. I deserve it for being a little slut.Her stepfather told her to strip naked. She followed his instructions to the letter. She turned in. Cadee watched for a few seconds with a bemused smile until she went over to sit next to her mother at the table. She really just wanted to get this over with, and get out with her real friends. Her mother, watching her mixed emotions and frown clouding her face, thought she was frowning at the boys roughhousing, and smiled conspiratorially at Cadee. She just rolled her eyes and watched her dad talking with the caterer. Apparently her dad knew the guy as they were chatting quite amiably. Maybe.