Call it what you will ... it's just a dick ... a German Pagan Penius ... Period.There wasn't enough room at the pole for everybody, so Mina, Megan, DD...and Laurel stripped off and started though the crowd, looking for dancers. Mina and Laurel each had fifty blue ribbons for a hundred total and Megan and DD had one hundred pink split between them.When they found a lusty Mädchen (lass), or Junge (lad), they offered ribbons. A few declined, but most asked took the ribbons.The pole was painted white. I'm really close. Put out your hand and feel along the bookshelves. There you go," Casey said reassuringly. "Do you feel how that bookshelf ends? Okay, walk on to the next, and feel along...there. You're at the end.Turn left, and just walk towards me. There..."Megan let out a little "oomf!" as she walked into Casey. She straightened, andboth girls laughed."Are you okay?" Casey asked, rubbing her arms as if trying to warm her."Yeah," Megan replied. "I bumped my toe a few times, but, I'll be. She pauses and looks down the passage, but is unable to make out a shape in the inky black shadows within. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on. What was more concerning was the fact that Trapped and our management assistant where the same person.I leaned into the wall and tried to regain my breath.What did I do?I loved Trapped but really disliked out management assistance.But then I remembered. She became obnoxious shortly before I met Trapped online. Was that her way of trying to prevent me from making the connection. Had she always been after me as her Master. I would need to find out. Later.Now I had some other plans.I quickly left.