It was so sudden and quick I couldn't move. I got onto my tiptoes with my back pressed to the door. The dog's long, pointy nose was pressed between my...legs. With my back against the door I couldn't open it. I tried moving away from the dog, but he moved with me and growled. I stood frozen with the dog's snout jammed into my crotch."Please help me," I said timidly, my voice quivering.Mrs. Walker chuckled and walked up to me. She grabbed the leash that I hadn't noticed and tugged on it. Bruno's. I just wanna tell you the truth. But first, I wanted to hear your side of the story. You wanna tell me your side of it?” “Tell you what? Fuck you!” The young man bit his cheek and thought again. “Alright. I’ll begin. Your name is Donald Jefferson Bartlett, the Third – well actually the Second, since your grandfather was Donald Thomas Bartlett. You served in the Army Logistics Corps, but you’d like everyone to think you were some kind of Special Forces. That’s what Annie thought when she married. "Go on down. I'll be behind you."I crept down the stairs grasping the handrail. At the bottom was a heavy wooden door with bands of iron. It stood open, and beyond was a chamber with dressed stone walls and a low ceiling. From the ceiling hung a small light which cast its dim glow across the flagstone floor. Deeper into the chamber, its far reaches were bathed in shadow, and I saw the vague outlines of objects: tables, equipment, doorways – perhaps? – perhaps something moved. Along the edges of. And surrounded with greeneries and hills. The place is decorated as if some big event is going on.The sign boards lead them to the back side of the Church. In the gate, two midgets are standing in peculiar dresses one of them is distributing a big female hat (Black) and another one, a Male mask on showing the invitation Card. Sarah and bob take those and bob wears the mask just for an adventure while Sarah holds the hat in her hands looking at it very surprisingly. After getting into the hall.