“What in God’s name am I doing here? If even He knows about this place.” Only two upstairs windows faintly shone through the darkness, before th... windows that bordered the main door flickered with light. He stared ahead and waited, watching as the large timber door creaked gently open, bathing the stone, moss-stained steps in an unearthly glow. A figure ghosted into the light, casting its silhouette in shadow, waiting under the stone porch. The man swallowed – nay, gulped – and opened the van’s. He didn't. Maybe the way he moved,particularly his hands, were a little ... softer, I guess you'd say,than I was familiar with. But he wasn't the least bit swishy and hedidn't lisp or meet any other of the other gay stereotypes. He took meby surprise again."I'm not," he said directly and sipped at his beer. "I'm completelyheterosexual. When I'm a man ..." he gestured toward what he waswearing "... I'm masculine."But when I am wearing a dress and high heels, I look in the mirrorand see a woman.. Like I'm not already! Afraid I won't be found. By evening I'm really wondering what the hell I'm doing here. I think I must be nutz! Why else would I ask someone to DO this to me? It's late, the sun is setting, the sky is totally unbelievable! God, if I weren't so frightened, thirsty, hungry and miserable it would be such an awesome moment for me. Sunsets in the desert are incredible. But all I can think is that it will soon be dark, the animals will start prowling again and no one has shown up. They made it to the paved road before he stopped- "we have to get guns,go back up." You are talking about shooting our way into that place?" Ya... well not from the start, we sneak first, drop chem lights likeRipley with flares, cause I remember a maze like thing going on.... andwe find the girls and reverse this and.... ya, if we have to shootsomeone then so be it," Mack told him, then looked over at hisgirlfriend- that was not his girlfriend.Troy nodded- "okay, just... just- I don't want to.