”The Rookie nodded, reaching into the passenger’s seat of the Warthog and retrieving his carbine, checking the ammo counter. He and Alba took up p...sition beside Buck, following him as he vaulted over the waist-high traffic barrier and made his way up the incline into an open plaza.Before them was a kind of gazebo that was surrounded by a ring road, and behind it was an upscale visitor’s center. There was a set of four staircases leading up to the building’s lobby, decorated with ferns in. The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex parties.Townhouse catered for all needs. Swinging, cuckolding, BDSM, all niches covered.~A police sergeant whistled with his fingers in his mouth. “Detectives. This way please. Got two possible witnesses.”.Blakely walked towards the policeman. It shows the real you!" Pete was being sarcastic.Thomas laughed.Charles was eyeing a furry costume hanging by the wall, beneath a head mask that resembled that of a reindeer's."Hey guys what kind of costume is this supposed to be??" Charles was curious."Oh. I think that is meant to be Cernunos!!" answered Thomas."Cer ... who??" Charles asked.Charles was confused. He liked the costume as there was something about it that touched him. There was something magical about it. Mysterious. Powerful. " Gail rolled her eyes at me.For as many reservations as Gail had about revealing her new life to her friends, I felt comfortable about them, and they undoubtedly knew a thing or two about living partially in a secret world that others wouldn't understand. I felt they'd be a good support system for Gail. I certainly couldn't see them rejecting her over it."And just what's the real story?" Beverly asked as they all leaned forward in fascination."The women in question are, forgive me for saying.