“Does it?” she replied, her eyebrow arched. She moved towards me like a cat that had cornered its mouse.“Well, of course, it’s not immediately...apparent. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer expanse of… colour. But the maroon is the unknown, it’s danger, it’s v******e. The yellow is home. It’s the lights left on on a dark night. It’s a lighthouse. It’s safety, the familiar.”I hoped that if I blathered on enough she’d not look at the card underneath the painting that said the exact same thing. He looks quizzically at the pimp, who allays the guard’s concern by saying, “It’s cool. Officer, that’s just Jorge getting his freak on." Then the pounding stops and you can hear the sissy saying, “Did you cum yet, Papi?” A few minutes later the closet door flies open and the shave headed gangsta steps out. He sees the C.O. and puts his head down & walks briskly back to the rec room to shoot some pool.The guard saunters over to the door, which has been left ajar, & peeks in. The queen is on. He said he felt tired and asked me to go. I said ok. Before I left I took a set of spare keys. Ten minutes I waited outside to give them time to start. After that I went to the staircase from where there was a door for the maids and workers to enter. I used to the spare keys to enter and I was in my storeroom.Without making any noise, I tiptoed to my bedroom. From the sounds I could make out they were in the living room. I went to the balcony from where I could get a good view without being. “Allow me to present my card?”Embridge extended his hand to take a business-card size engraved metal slab from the young man. He very nearly dropped it. It was heavy. It was pure engraved silver with a thick gold medallion mounted through its center. The silver card held symbols and characters Embridge had never seen; the golden medallion was stamped with a sunburst over a mountain scene with a winding river at its base. He flipped the card; the reverse side of the golden medallion bore the.