I contacted Lisa and told her that I was being put up in a hotel and asked if she would like to meet for dinner. Deep down, I knew I was getting mysel...f into more than just a dinner bill. After the convention, I planned a few more days to stay, knowing that anyone that might have known me from my line of work, would have left the area. I called Lisa and arranged the dinner visit. I was extremely nervous when Lisa's phone began to ring. I felt that I could not speak.Dinner went great. Lisa and I. But by now she was very confused and also unbelievably intrigued. Something seemed different about the room, now that she had some light back. The barrels didn’t seem as old, and the dust wasn’t as heavy. They were also standing on a large oriental rug that covered the floor under the table and extended out several feet. Watching him carefully, he took several lengths of rope and other items she couldn’t quite see out of the barrel and laid them on the chair. Then in one motion he reached up. "Sorry, Nate, I'm not meaning to, I swear!" I explained, blushing."It's ok. Don't worry about it," he replied."Ah here we are!" Wilco said with glee as she reached the door."Hey! That's the same door we came through!" Matt said.Wilco opened the door and stepped through, the rest of us following closely behind. We entered another hall that seemed to get smaller at the end."What is this, Wilco? Some kind of fun house?" Mrs. Pepper asked."I do not like this at all!" Mrs. Glorp said. "Come on,. You could get a job at the Dairy King. Of course, I’d be your supervisor.”Sean paused for a moment while thinking about it. He said, “That would be fun. I could even have him wear a costume and parade around in front of the store. Nah, I couldn’t do that even if a penguin outfit would be perfect on a hot day.”Sean arrived at the Dairy King a few minutes later. He got out the packages of sandpaper and a pair of scissors. He carried it all to a picnic table. He yawned and said, “He said the 80.