As my vision clears I see myself in front of me, and to my left, and to my right. There are about 30 reflections of myself staring at me. I am in a ho...se of mirrors.I turn to look behind myself. What was a doorway of silk is now also a mirror. I can’t hear a thing, literally anything besides the sound of my own heart beating. I can’t see anything besides the look of fear and confusion on my face staring at me from every angle. I feel anxious, claustrophobic, and I can swear someone is watching. I told him, "Thanks for the great idea you gave me last week about those sexy pictures for Dave... I tried and tried and couldn't find a reputable person to take the pictures. Seems everyone’s a pervert in that world. Now Dave’s birthday is almost here and I still haven’t gotten him anything! Thanks a lot, Kevin!" He tells me, "Hey, hey Kathy. Nothing to fear. I got you... It just so happens that I know someone who can take the photos and he's cool, trustworthy, and knows exactly what to look. ” Cathy said. She went over to the coffee table and opened a drawer; she removed a mirror about the size of a letter sized piece of paper and a fresh razor blade. I rolled up a $20 bill and Cathy poured out a healthy amount of coke on the mirror. “I think he gave us an eight-ball for only $100. He must have really liked you, Tony”. Cathy said. We filled in Lana the story about Tango’s and Glenn. Lana had poured us all drinks and in no time we were smoking cigarettes, drinking and snorting lines. Was he still on the floor? No. The floor wasn’t this soft. Did his friends find him and bring him back to their borrowed room? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the fuck was he?A hand touched his wrist and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her face shrouded by her long brown hair.David looked around. David? Yes that was his name. What happened? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the woman had turned her attention to him. He could see now that she.