Tonight's offering was Beef Wellington. The sisters in the kitchen displayed some serious cooking skills. Wrapped in homemade puff pastry, and an arom... of pure delight, the filet of beef tenderloin, assembled with liver pate, mushrooms, and onions truly was fine dining worthy of a five-star eatery.I worked my way through the serving line and took a seat at the far end of the community table. I sat down in a social twilight zone; halfway between sitting close enough to be "next" to someone, yet. I sprang up off her naked body like a schoolboy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.Poor Patricia ran to the bed to recover her dress hoping to look presentable for decent company instead of a bit of fluff recently spread-eagled and humped into happy release. I didn't think she would succeed unless she was a jolly good actress with hidden talents."Open up, this is the police. You have ten seconds to open this door or we will be forced to open it without permission."It was the sort of news. "Where is my mother?"Magda didn't answer. She turned to Jane, and regarded her intensely.Her eyes were captivating. They were a brilliant blue, and the pupils were black as pitch. No light was reflected from them, and Jane felt herself drawn into them."You love my Penn, don't you, Jane my dear?"Jane replied, feeling a little rebellious,"Of course, Magda, and I intend to marry him."Magda nodded, it was what she expected."Jane, look into my eyes. No harm will come to you, but you must let me help. Which led to a rather bad attempt to sing it, with half of us in a different key and tempo to the others. After the third round of drinks, I went off to find the ladies room, and on my way back discovered a jukebox, still powered up, and that it had Stevie Nicks on the playlist.It must have been fate. I popped in a coin, cued up the track and bounced my way back to the bar. The girls whooped when they saw me, my mischievous face told them I had something on my mind. The track started and I.