?What the fuck??Rob sat upright, his head spinning as he looked down at his exposed body. A length of chain was padlocked around his ankle, and attac...ed to the wall. Otherwise he was naked. He frowned in confusion before noticing that he was more than naked. His thatch of hair on his chest, his pubes, his legs had been shaved away. He was shaved smooth, bald. Instinctively, his hand moved to his head. His black hair, his expensive haircut, was gone too. His head was bald.Rob staggered. "Oh, shit."Ask her to call me. Tell her I said please." I'll ask her, but I doubt she'll call you." This is so stupid!" Yeah." Okay. Listen, Mary Jane, keep after her -- please, about calling me -- but I'm coming over on Sunday evening anyway. It's an afternoon game, and Monday's an open date. I'm going to try to catch her at home." Come for dinner Sunday," she said. "No guarantees Juniper will be here, but you and Franklin and I could talk." Okay."The Pirates had a weak club, and we were. His room was on the third floor of the Hotel Cicero which struck me as a strange name for a seedy hotel. He had been staying there for awhile and knew two of the young women who cleaned the rooms, and, as I found out, they did a lot more than change sheets on the beds at the hotel. When we were walking up the steps to his room, we met Birgit and Anna who were the maids and I was stunned that Anna was the woman I used to see every night at the university. Not only could I not believe my eyes. "Ah, yeah." What are you majoring in?" History." History?"The disparaging tone with which he responded irked me. Unable to helpmyself, I spun around and faced him for the first time. "Yes, history.Is there a problem with that?"Realizing that he was careening head long toward an abyss, Aaron didsome very serious back peddling. "Nothing, nothing at all. History is,ah, well it's interesting."His response caused me to smirk. In the past, whenever I mentioned I wasmajoring in history the other party.