She awoke on the floor, naked, still groggy, her hands tied behind her back. Emily found herself in a huge warehouse where an old woman in a wheelchai... and a middle aged man sat watching her.Immediately fearful, she started to scream but since they did not seem to be imminently dangerous and since they could have easily killed her already if they had wanted, she asked the most obvious of questions."Where am I?" Where is not important, my dear Emily." How do you know my name?" We know a great. Richards? Maybe that morphed from the Cajun 'Richard' which is pronounced 'REE-shard'. But come on? A Sevinsky? I'm hoping that the judges know words like 'eclectic' and 'multi-cultural'.And what we lack in finesse we make up in enthusiasm. Or maybe 'finesse', too. Our fiddle breaks are apt to be duets with Bert making puppy eyes at Kara, and she can switch from quarter-notes to triplets and arpeggios in a heartbeat.Plus, we're bringing a big chunk of audience. Despite the fact that they play. She hefted her bag and headed for the rotating foyer doors, striding quickly and purposely toward the street. "I need to refuel", she thought, considering her options then hailing a cab. Aurora's powers were natural but as her biorhythms moved she ebbed and flowed. When she was feeling down she could get a jolt from foods that seemed to help raise her energy and powers. Red wine had immediate but unpredictable affects so she avoided that if she had plans to fight crime. Superfoods were. It was almost early the next morning before he was pissed d***k enough to get on with the rest of the activities. Our beefy booty bandit was pissed off that he had to wait in the bedroom closet that long, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t going to take his frustration out on us anyway. It took all three of us to get him set up on the damn swing, handcuffing his hands behind his back and making sure he was secure. I wanted a ball gag in his mouth but was voted down again for safety reasons, he was.