I was delighted. This was what I was waiting for. May be she hadhid my pant shirts somewhere. Anyway I didn't need them for another 2months. I dressed...up, went to her.She was waiting for me. She got up, hugged me strongly, said I waslooking pretty. I blushed. She playfully rolled her fingers through myhair, held it with both hands into a plait and said wow! She said shewas very happy that I obeyed her. She led me into her bedroom, made mesit before the dressing table, started brushing my hair.. Terrified, she looked about the bar. Another stripper was now on the stage lying on her back with her legs widely separated. A patron had his face plastered between them. In a corner, a g-stringed waitress was vainly slapping at the wandering hands of her customer. Another waitress was leading one of the customers behind a velvet curtained barrier in the rear.“Is this a brothel?” Amy asked.‘From what I have heard, this is a pretty typical strip club in Montmartre,” Margaret replied.“How would. Anyway, nobody could get in without making a big racket. Perfect. The toilet tank in the tiny restroom was cracked and slowly dripping, I propped my canteen under it to fill. She got to her feet warily when I returned, holding a short length of shattered 2×4. I gave her a wide berth and dragged some noisy sheet metal scrap into the doorway to act as an alarm. ‘We should stay here for the night. We can take turns watching while the other catches some sleep,’ I offered. ‘In the morning I’ll clear. "It had to have been Talia. The demon picked up her spirit and she was trying to fight him off. I distinctly heard her say, 'Get your hands off me, asshole.'" Your friends got hurt? Why the hell are you standing here? Go see to your friends. I'll be along as fast as I can." She gave him a push. "Go."Talia was lying on her back with her eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her face. She opened her eyes, sat up, pulled her helmet off and scratched her head with both hands. There was a fist- sized.