*Chapter 2She had on a ridiculously short black skirt with pinstripes. She wore stockings, nude, with a black seam running down the back. A sleeveless...cotton blouse hugged her breast which were lifted and squeezed together by a black push up bra. Her heels, the tallest she could find on short notice had her ass sticking out, and her strut sexy as she walked back and forth on her corner.With her hair slicked back, and her make up heavy but expertly applied she looked like a make believe. It was not required.The trembling young woman stood teary eyed looking about nervously,wondering why she was brought here. Her hands were un-cuffed."Please place your wedding ring in here," a large woman said openinga small velvet covered ring box."What? Why? What did I do?" she asked removing the ring as instructedand placing it in the box.The door to the room was opened and the girl was ushered inside. Shewas left standing just inside the huge ornate bedroom. The door wasclosed and she heard. We were playing darts when we were challenged to a game by these two black guys. They introduced themselves as Travis and Kevin and in no time, we were having fun playing and drinking. Kevin was the larger of the two at about 6’2”, 250 lbs. He was really dark and the quiet type. Barely spoke, just smiled. Travis was light skinned and tall and thin, the outgoing/player type and instantly he and I hit it off and began flirting wildly together. It was harmless fun as he knew Conrad and I were. Ironic, yes?"Kennedy could only shrug. How do you make heads or tails of a war that was thousands of years old, and that involved practically everyone, even if practically no one knew about it? But it was clear what Mr. Waterman's point was: Angelus had killed for centuries and had never been forgotten or forgiven. They'd done what they did, and now a century later they talked about it as Mr. Glastonbury talked about current events.She went to lunch with the others in her cabin, then Debbie.