There were twenty or thirty of the irregular soldiers in the room, and others drifted in or out. Against one wall, bound and under guard, were the reg...lar inhabitants of the compound - guards, servants, wives, and children. We were brought to one end of the room, where the apparent leader of the attackers had seated himself at one end of the central dining table. He was thin and bearded, with a rifle slung across his shoulders and a wild look in his eye.First he spoke briefly with David, and. Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There was, thank you, no wimple. Alice's gown was white-collared, had long black-sleeves, and was choir-robe thick.However, it was so brief at the bottom that it scarcely covered her sex. It was a symphony of black and white above, but with Alice's long, long legs, fully exposed to view below.She waited for my reaction."Holy shit," I said."Margaret made it for me," she said. "... What do you think?"Alice knew I was no Catholic, and not. "You bastard!" She pounded off down the stairs. "You motherfucker! If you think you're gonna jerk me around -- play with me, fuck with my head..." She was at the foot of the stairs, headed for the theater door at a fast stomp...It wasn't fast enough. A hand caught hers and jerked her around and then he was on her (damn him -- she was NEVER going to get a knee in his balls!), pressing her back against a carpet-covered wall -- and kissing her! Her mouth was open to yell; all that got her was a. “Been a long time,” she said.“Yes, that’s so,” I said.“We should do this once in a while,” she said. “I mean if you’d be amenable.” I didn’t respond, to her offer.“Why are we here, Stacey? I mean besides to have lunch.” I said. She sighed. Just then the waitress came up with the menus and asked what we wanted to drink. The interruption was timely, I guess, from her point of view. We ordered our ice teas and took up the menus to scan for what appealed to us.Menus down. She folded her hands in.