Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount. 1623. It could not, surely, be a genuine first folio edition? Copies were worth hundreds of thousands, possi...ly millions. My spine tingled. The book was old, but surely not that old. A hundred or more years maybe, not nearly four hundred. The cover, a thick, dark green woven fabric, had an elaborate embossed design, which was very even and regular. It had surely been machined rather than hand tooled. Imagine, if a genuine sixteen-twenty-three folio. "Yes, I'm fine. Max, where are we? Who are these people? Why did theykidnap me?" I'll explain later. But first we need to get out of here."She nodded. "Okay, but Max why are you wearing my mask and bodysuit? Ithought I told you not to wear my body." Yeah, why did he look likeherself? She thought she made it clear. She didn't want his boyfriendto disguise like her."I..." he said pausing for some time. "Ivy, this is not the time to bejudgmental. I have a plan and I am taking your place. Now. I had recognized Ruth as one of Madge's friends who had visitedher from time to time on my first stay over the holidays. Madge set her purse and case in a chair along the wall and hung up thegarment bag on a nearby coat rack. She then went over and greeted Ruth andthey started a quiet conversation. I noticed them looking at me and at Ruthas she looked me over but I didn't pay any attention. I then noticed twoother women in the starched white shirtwaist type dresses complete withname tags as. Other guys were getting an eyeful watching my wife get naked though that opening. I knew I should pull it shut since I was standing right there, but instead I went back to the chair and sat back down. The curtain was open wide enough so that we all could see most of my wife's hot body as she bent over to step out of the black bikini bottom. When she was exposed like that she finally realized that the curtain was open and quickly pulled it shut. It was a few minutes before she finally opened it.