"You look alright but how are you in a game?" She asked."A game?" Don't you know what school this is, girl?" The old woman scoffed as you shook your h...ad. "Rockhard High is a prestigious school for the best gamblers of this damn country!" A school for gambling, then?" You pursued, you wanted to go home and at least learn a thing or two about gambling."Exactly, I suppose. Come with me."The old lady stood and you followed her, she took you around many halls of the school before entering a dark. If this sounds absurd, think about how complicated a process speaking is and how each of us nevertheless learns to do it at an early age. No one thinks 'I must breath like this, or hold my tongue in this position, or open my mouth just this far'. It all becomes a programmed action, so we don't have to think of the details or worry about the complexity of the action, we can just open our mouths and say, "You want fries with that?"The catch was in dealing with the unknown. If I didn't understand. At first glance it looked like any formal cocktail party—people in black standing around or mingling, drinking and picking snacks off trays. A second glance revealed that the tray bearers were naked, and festooned with additional tidbits on their bodies—women with fruit or whipped cream on their breasts and males with little sausages hanging off their cocks. Guests leaned in or bent down to nibble food and body parts. The servers were clearly aroused by the interactions. Cocks were thick and. You'll be dead!" Oh but that's the very idea," replied the agent. "We want your husbandto find out about this. Only it won't be from you, it will be from thenew you." and with that she called to the door, "Bob would you come innow?"The door opened slowly, and in walked the hooded and disguised RobertReynolds. Melissa watched as he walked over to her and slowly reached upto pull back the hood. As he did, he pulled off the black wig at thesame time, and there standing in front of her, was her.