There were some students and teachers coming to school but notmuch of them. There was a minivan parked at the curb but I couldn't starttwisting its mi...ror to check the wall. I sighed and said to myself I'llhave a pocket mirror next time.While passing the minivan I glanced at it. Its polished side wasreflecting the wall with graffiti and there was a door. Yes, it was thesame door. When I turned to the wall there was no door. Then I turned tothe minivan and there was I in the mirror and the door. Charlie looked proud. "Shall we get our table?"She nodded. "Oh, can we get a table by the window?"He looked puzzled, but shrugged and turned to the hostess. "Can we..." Right this way," the hostess said. And she led them into the dining area.As they walked through the colorful and lively restaurant, Tricia lazily spun the single rose in her hand and eyed the other patrons. I am the worst-dressed person here, she lamented. But I guess it doesn't matter too much as long as Jacques gets some. He tells us we will soon be up for special interrogation by him and Sarah, because of our visa. Tanya and I lay down at the small bed and hug each other for comfort. She whispered in my ear.She understood a few things only. She had noticed the same as I had: some striking similarities.One hour later the 'interrogation' started. Sarah rolled in some wooden 'horses' covered in leather.They looked like the tool I remember from gymnastics at secondary school, but these had some straps.They ordered. He always insists on doing it in the dark.”“Kind of defeats the purpose of having the ceiling-mounted mirror,” I replied.“Not really,” Sandra replied. “I like it when I am alone and in the mood.”I chuckled.“I bet you’re always in the mood,” I said.Sandra launched herself on top of me, straddling me, and then she settled down on to my lap. She peered down at me.“Don’t you freaking dare look surprised!” she exhorted. “You’ve been ogling me for weeks.”Sandra stripped out of her sports bra and.