Leaving the remaining Ghurkhas in the main room, the RSM and Peter went reconnoitring. A naked male body occupied the first room, a bedroom. The Ghurk...a, who had found him, had slit his throat. Then he had removed the man’s penis and testicles. These, he had stuffed in the dead man’s mouth. Hanging behind the door was the uniform of a very senior police officer. The next bedroom told the same story and it seemed as though two very senior police officers were clients of the brothel. In four. It was already the next morning. I went over and saw Stephanie already awake with a puzzled look in her eyes."Where am I? What happened?" Stephanie asked."I think you got drunk." Where am I?" Stephanie asked with an expression apparently trying to remember what happened."My room."Stephanie uttered a hum and pulled the blanket up to check if she was dressed. She seemed a bit relieved when she found out she was still in her clothes."I didn't do anything to you." Thirsty," Stephanie said. She giggled. She had an obnoxious giggle, like ahorse's whinny."Your candor. It means your transparency or vulnerability." Oh, well why not just say that?" asked Joanna."I don't know," admitted Nadia. "Because the word that came to mind wascandor." It's a silly word." I guess it is." Nadia looked around the room. Women were eitherclinging to Stefano or already gone. She didn't want to be left alonewith Joanna. "Well hey," she said. "I better get going. I think theyhave another class in here. She was determined to do another show. So I just shrugged my shoulders and agreed to take her. By Sunday morning her period had well and truly passed and she was already getting amorous. “I know you are reticent to agree but if I fuck you right now will you at least try to be happy about it?” she said. Not wishing to upset her day I took her into the bedroom and pounded her furiously. She smiled, I smiled and it was all good.As last week we arrived at Vern and Angela’s place around two. Coffee.