"It's a full moon tonight, Cully." She'd informed me as we'd headed out after church. Girl in the pew is an adorable sight. Praying like Billy-be-jigg...red. Eyes closed, hands clasped in traditional prayer motif, her lips moving, but, no sound emitted. Then, she'd lower the kneeler, wave me up and we'd kneel together. "What do you pray about, well actually for, youngster?" I'd asked the question before. "My parents and sister. You, Cully, I pray for you and I pray for us, that we will always be. Your eyes wide as I walk towards the back of my car, studying my figure, high heels, smooth sexy legs, cute figure, sexy little dress, long red hair. You step towards me and hold your hand out, I take it and you pull me gently towards you, sliding your hand round my waist and your other hand through my hair. I lean forward and press my lips to yours, letting our lips touch, savouring the moment of our first kiss, you can smell the intoxicating fragrance of my perfume. After several seconds,. "Paul," I said. "You can't kiss your mother like that." I don't want to kiss anybody else," he came back.I shook my head, exasperated. "You could have so many girlfriends." The only girlfriend I want," he said, taking half a step toward me, "is you."I took a half-step back. "This is so unhealthy, Paul. We shouldn't even talk like this."And I didn't talk about it. I just turned around and left the room.For two years, things remained status-quot. Paul watched me like a calculating, long-suffering. All of it pointing towards the senior management of the Casino being direct rivals for the control of Carcosa. Specifically, the cult should have no difficulty whatsoever identifying 'Carl' as Carl Greenwood, head of Special Projects, particularly since I left a few of his real business cards in the glove box, along with the cards of John Samuels, Marlon Simms and of course, Wesley.I thought about stocking it with a small arsenal to give them a helping hand to even the odds a tiny bit, but I.