Those scars are going to be seen sometime and we should have something besides the truth to tell about how you acquired them." Okay, but can we do it ...hile lying in the bed? I think that would be a great place to work on all of these weighty matters." That calls for a shower." You first then." I showered and thought about our situation while waiting for Sandy.When she slid into bed, I didn't hesitate to tell her what I had been thinking. "I think we should have the FBI build you a past that. It was a late Friday afternoon in April when Alice, the school’s principal, and John Clapper stood on the school’s auditorium stage and faced the audience of students and the incest parents. This would be the first parent-student participatory show and as Alice introduced the act they were about to see, John stripped her of her clothes.“I want to welcome you to our first, school sponsored sex show. All you mother fuckers and cock suckers, sluts, whores and asshole lickers. To all the parents. With great effort, I was able to avoid staring. I led her to my room and closed the door behind us. I gestured at the naked girl in the middle of the rug by the bed."She's a Priestess of Bane, I think. Her symbol is on the desk there." I pointed at it. "She shot my dummy on the bed there with a poison dart from her blowgun." I pointed to where it sat by the window. "I threw a paperweight at her and knocked her out. I heard her sliding off of the roof and I stopped her before she hit the. Lining one wall was a wardrobe and book case adorned by paperback novels and inexpensive ornaments. Next to that was a small alcove enclosing a sink, a mirror and a plastic shelf supporting an array of scented soaps, shampoo and tooth paste. On the other side of the bed were a simple arm chair and a full length wall mirror. A sealed double glazed window was beside the bed, through which was a view of office blocks and a distant park. The only evidence that the room served as a boudoir was the.