Seeing a chance I slipped around the back of the skirmish and in through the doors.I glanced back to see if I'd been spotted but could see any signs o... pursuit, still grinning at how I'd got in I paid the cover charge and entered the main room.It was dark, loud and at first seemed totally chaotic. I stepped to one side and allowed myself time to get used to the noise and flashing lights.Within minutes things didn't seem as confusing as they had been initially. There were two bars that I could. The two were enthusiastic until construction was underway and the amount of hard effort involved became apparent. I finally had to resort to the use of a bamboo switch to generate motivation on the continued gathering of construction material.I planned on a large structure by combining and strapping together lengths of thick bamboo with malleable bands of heated sheet metal from the plane's fuselage for strong support. I planned a pyramid structure using three columns.The cutting and dragging. Gemma actually was topless – she carried Kit in a baby-sling between her bare breasts, with a short zip-up jacket to keep them warm. At the club door a butch door-woman was checking everyone in. She grappled one obvious T-girl between the legs, and told him to come back on Tuesday, which was trans-sexual night. Gemma was next in the queue and whispered "say clit-rings" to Molly and Becki behind her. The door-woman made a great fuss of Kit – licking her tiny fingers, and pulled down Gemma’s zip. "Please not now, leave me, leave me to grieve for my friend and myself." Lana said between tears. "I am so tired of people apologizing to me," Lana's head snapped up, Trina? Lana stared at the almost transparent apparition, "Trina?" Lana whispered shocked to see her friend, though it appeared she'd seen better days. Sighing Trina said, "Yes Lana it's me, things are about to get interesting," she giggled then waved her hands. In front of Trina Jonathan appeared, "What the hell?" he shouted. .