Down the hall was the powder room, which was dusty, but perfect for my Bride's Room. Off the entrance foyer was a cloak room and an open area, which w...as called the Smoking Lounge. This room had a huge fireplace and tile floors. I suspected it was a mud room. Even this far from the coast, New Jersey weather could get quite nasty. In colonial times, a place to shake off the snow and remove the boots was essential. I saw it as the barroom.On the other side of the foyer was the Parlor. This room. As he opened the door for her he said, "Anytime you want to come back and trade your cunt for an oil change, our slow days are Mondays and Tuesdays."Linda said, "Good, I will be back here next Monday right before lunch. If you have any other employees, maybe you could call them in for a meeting or something. I want to have six or eight men at a time; and maybe next time one or all of you boys would like to fuck my asshole. After all, I do have three holes to fuck you boys with."Linda leaned. "And the third angel sounded, and a great star, burning like a lamp, fell from Heaven, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and fountains of water; and the name of the star is called Absinthe."He hadn't looked up from his work, and his voice, suddenly so loud and at the same time somber, startled her. Not knowing whether he expected an answer from her, she sat without a word, eyes now wide and glassy in the firelight.He stopped and looked up across the table at her, pausing a second. I have nothing better to do, after all. How much party discipline is there? Is this one of those regimes where you have to recite a dogma?” I asked curiously.“It’s not like the People’s Republic of Pennsylvania, with their First Secretary Kurt Wagner and his doctrinaire Marxist-Leninism. We are not imposing a permanent one-party state. Like I said, we advocate an enlightened liberal democracy. It’s just a question of fighting off the enemies of freedom and national sovereignty. The future.