And then she was led into a darkened room, the lights so low that she could barely see her heels clicking down below on the hardwood floor."Sit here,"...Tasha soothed, guiding her to some sort of oval divan. "We have three of these viewing rooms in the gallery, and I'll see to it that you are undisturbed here. I've taken everything out of this room with the exception of four of Pierce West's paintings, all upon this south wall. All of these paintings are already under contract, but... you aren't. Making herself comfortable on the couch she opened the box and found what she was looking for. Two joints that were vacuum sealed in plastic. His ’emergency stash’ as he liked to joke about it. Eve reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled her lighter out and tore at the plastic with her teeth. She lit up one of the joints and placed the other back in the can. Not much else to do but to get this over with, she thought to herself as she watched the hands of the clock move through a smoky. Behind them a ragged tail of woebegone men dragged along, looking as though they might collapse from sheer weariness if they ever let themselves stop."Hello, the camp," Mak called in a cheery voice. "How about some food and drink for the hungry travelers?" Sure thing, Mak. Bring them over by the fire." Jewel couldn't help laughing at what she saw when the sentry's hail brought her to the edge of the camp. "I'll have the girls bring some refreshments for our, ah, guests."Too tired to even cringe. Bodies were wiggling and thrusting as the guttural sounds began to rise in pitch. Legs and knees seemed to spasm as I could see muscles tense in throws of pleasure. Fingers replace tongues as the girls threw back their heads at the same time. Their high pitched screams ended in a guttural moan that seemed to rock their control as I watched them toss their heads back and forth. Tension seemed to drop away as they collapsed into each other, totally spent. I thought they were asleep after a few.