What did hekeep in that forbidden basement? Why did he have her swear never to descendinto that realm? What did he keep behind that door. She giggled ...ervously.She didn't even know if it was locked! Her eyes glanced round at the flutteringgolds of sunlight and suddenly the apple dropped from her hand, thumping androlling down the flight in a complicated dance of chaos.Her mouth parted in a gasp, half realizing what she had done and why. Herfingernails dug into the wood as she berated. " You might want to pick up a some food that you can eat room temperature," I suggested. "It wouldn't be a bad idea to dress warmly." Nice plan, but I'm not going to be the one who sits there. I am not part of this little band of Mercenaries. I'm the camera man, I don't get involved in the day to day operations." Mike said with a smile. He really was being nice about it."So, if you won't stay until they turn the power and heat on, then I will have to. Since the show is about me, you will have. Perhaps the early death of your father, My best friend from college, had started it, a road accident on his way home from work one icy evening, but I knew that something had to be done soon or you were really going to go off the rails. "It's not a party, Mr. Mike. It's just a little get together," you giggled & My temper exploded at your obvious drunkenness & bad attitude. "All of you, out now!" I roared & I started with the nearest boy & pushed him towards the door. None of them felt like. I agreed he could wear his new underwear. Hehad wanted to put the breastforms on but I suggested that would look toogood and persuaded him to stuff some of my old tights into his bra. Ireminded him he was dressing properly tomorrow. He saw the sense of fitting in with his colleagues and when I suggestedhe did his own makeup he readily agreed. The result could best bedescribed as amateurish but he certainly would not stand out amongst theother men. The only thing that had concerned me about this.