"That's a closely guarded secret, Kathy," the principal motioned the debutantes through the massive iron doors, "that's why you had to ride in the tru...k. I hope it didn't inconvenience you too much." Oh, no! That's the nicest trunk ever," Christi gushed, "and I've been in a few." Me, too," Kathy chimed, "it was swell!"A young woman with a thick rope noose tied around her neck greeted them in the lobby. She was wearing the ragged remains of an antique white dressing gown, her face and all. I could see a detachment of bodies break away from deeper shadows under the branches, as four men in well tailored, black leathers strode out confidently. I could see from my place behind Veritas that the man in the lead was a grossly fat man, who’s smile, more of a vicious sneer, was that of a man who was used to getting his own way. I could also tell that his teeth were either broken and blackened, or missing entirely. His smile reminded me, I thought with no small amount of distaste, of. Steve was sitting in the lounge room watching TV, I called Paulene as the taxi arrived she came out into the lounge to say bye to Steve, I heard him say Wow, Paulene, you look great tonight. Thank you Steve she replied and we left. We were away for a good 4 or 5hrs then we headed home. The lounge lights were still so we figured Steve must still be up. We got inside and Steve was still on the two-seater settee with his dressing gown on watching the TV and having a few beers. Paulene slumped on. In fact, since most of the people around her were the same night after night, she usually looked for the outsider to be the player in her game. Bypassing the familiar faces, Sandy's sights stopped for a moment on a tall olive skinned woman in a security guard's uniform."Now there's a lousy job to have," Sandy said to herself. "Long hours, minimum wage."Discounting her as a player, Sandy's imaginary scope moved on. After all, why pick the same type of person two nights in a row. Finding no one.