Donna couldn't mean it. She understood exactly how to tease me successfully.Donna F. came to my rescue. "Let's do it at my place." Are you gunna show ...ff Rick?" Donna P. chided."He'll still be out of town, but I can arrange something entertaining." That sounds too good to pass up. Can you make it, Mary?"Hesitating, I finally replied, "Like she says, it sounds too good to pass up."---We all gathered at Donna F.'s house. Her modest split level overlooked the city's maintenance vehicle yard. Rick. The was sort of an underground club of girls called The MascaraPosse. She desperately wanted to join it so she could become popular. Shewalked into the bathroom where the 5 girls were having a meeting. Theywere smoking pot. "Can I have a hit?" she asked. She had never smoked itbefore. A girl handed the joint to her, and she pretended to inhale. "Hey, can I join you girls?" she asked. "Girls" the leader Moniquesaid. "We're fuckin' women." "Well okay, can I join you, uh, fuckingwomen?" . The mud and dirt were gone from their clothes and their persons, and the bulky packs were laid aside. Even the sling on Dan's arm had been replaced with a fresh cloth, and they awaited their guide with an air of pleased anticipation. Once again, they followed him along winding corridors. This time, they came out into a small courtyard. Neatly laid out beds of ornamental plants and brightly colored fungi imparted a sense of being in a formal garden.At their approach, Dron looked up reluctantly. And she forbid him to come. He had a hard time thinking his wife worked as a waitress in a strip joint. He would completely flip out if he knew she was turning tricks in the back.Lisa and Josh had talked about it, and they both agreed for Ben’s own safety, it was best he was kept in the dark. They didn’t need him hurt or even killed in some gallant rescue attempt. These guys made a living off their street cred and Lisa had no doubt they earned it.On the bright side, she got to keep her tips. On.