But ShannonO'Mally was a regular June Cleaver. Mark had lost track of the timeshe'd come over to visit Daniel and there seemed to always be freshcooki...s coming out of the oven. She was probably the nicest, sweetestwoman he'd ever met. Anyone had ever met. So, when Mrs. O'Mally raisedher voice you instantly shrunk to about two inches tall. Even TedO'Mally looked at him with pity in his eyes."You twit," a random voice said from the men around him. "You better getin there before she gets the Army. "Good," he directed, "Now go into the bathroom, take off your blindfold, freshen your make-up, and when I tell you to, you may come out and finally see the man who knows all your secrets, your Master." He led me into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I freshened up and waited for his permission to re-enter the room. "Come in, slave. Welcome to your audition. Remember, I'm looking for someone with real femininity here, not just another wimp in drag!" Nervously, I opened the door. What there was, and it was very conspicuous, was another passage or tunnel at the west end of this basement. It was currently covered by a sheet of building board with a large sign on it:DANGERThis area has not been repairedDo not enter"Wonder where this goes?" Robert asked."The only building between here and 6th Street is known as Congress Hall," I told him."It would appear that those in Congress could pass from there into Independence Hall without being observed," he commented. "Should we. You’re a prime target for bandits and hostile Indians. Without somebody to take care of you. You might just get massacred before help could arrive.”The leader leaned forward in his saddle. “Now, if you were to pay us a small sum of money, we would make sure that you were left alone.”From the inside of the cabin, a voice called out. “I do believe Mr. Simpson has rejected your offer.”A man stepped out of the darkness of the cabin. He was tall and carried an air of command about him. His clothes.