Sally jumped off the bed and grabbed at her clothes; she pulled them to her, desperately trying to cover her naked body. She rushed passed Veronica an... out the open door crying as she went. “She threw herself at me, I'd had a drink, any man would have done the same,” came his feeble excuse. “Go and fuck yourself Paul, it's over,” Veronica screamed through the floods of tears and then she turned and ran down the corridor, down the stairs and into the night. She continued running until her chest. " Oh," mumbled Luke with a sour, puzzled expression and I smirked againat his his having to deal with a negro having different status than theydid back in Louisiana.Soon enough, Victor joined us with a backpack for each of us with abottle of wine, bread, apples, some chicken wrapped in wax paper and asalami in each. The four of us hiked off away from the estate. It wasgoing to be a long trek, Pierre explained. The lodge we were heading towas nearly 6 miles away.Luke whistled. "Damn! You mean. Kate got second runner up; themayor's daughter first runner up; and a Japanese tourist (who happenedto be a piano virtuoso) took first. The winners exited through the backand were making their way around to a horse drawn carriage in thefront. Charlotte watched unseen from behind the apple cart whensomething unexpected happened.Two dark figures crept out of an alcove and surrounded the girls oneither side. One man, messed with the door, so it wouldn't open.Apparently Ma'dam Bowman was crazy,. Six heavy wooden chairs, padded in red velvet, and twomatching sofas were among the simpler comforts the room had to offer. Thesewere the least stunning of his decorations."These are amazingly realistic,"a voice commented. "I've a friend who is the directorof a facility that creates these masterpieces," he told them. "I haveanother piece in the works, as a matter of fact." His guests milled around first onepiece and then another, mumbling to their comrades. A tall woman in her mid-fifties.