Such is the case with "The sandwich of insane greatness"The sandwich started out very simply. I was on a business trip to England. Through some inexpe...ience in international travel, and a bit of flying by the seat of my pants, I ended up spending a night in a "hotel" in Earls Court in London. The business portion, that occurred in another section of the country, was over, and we decided to spend a couple of days in London before we went home.I don't remember how we ended up in Earls Court. I. And she knew it. She just radiated, “I can get any man I want.” Notwithstanding disrespecting me, her attitude made the other wives wild. Heather didn’t even deign to noticeThe change was understandable. She was suffering from the classic, “Too much- too-soon syndrome.” One moment she was an average American housewife. The next, she was an object of lust for a large pack of alpha-males. That relatively short transition from homemaker to sex goddess would probably skew anybody’s attitude. We drank and danced and got very horny. The VIP section had what might be described as box seats or rooms away from everything else and it had its own dance floor but you could still see the regular area. The guys were flirting heavy and it was working for them as the four of us were very horny. We were even talking about if we could fool around and likely would not get caught. And then we all agreed that we had wondered what a black man would be like? You know, are they really bigger, better,. Heading south into the array was almost certainly what Party #2 had done.And without mushroom locks, did they get trapped in ecosystems similar to Mark’s? It was certainly worth investigating. A male voice in the Red Mall lounge spoke out. “I did a little exploring in the array above Black Mall, not much but some. I’ll be happy to help search the array at White Mall.”Emily had already filled Mark and Toshi and Frida in on all the new members of their society. “Is that you.Chico?” asked.