*About an hour later, a beat up, gray jeep rumbled down the dirt path to the small cotton field on the edge of The Middle Ground. It stayed close to t...e trees as it wound around the edge of the field and up to the square patch of grass and weeds with a picnic table in the middle of it.“Let me get this straight,” the young woman in the passenger seat said. “Your great-great-great grandmother set up a trust in your family that requires that you bring a picnic basket out here every Halloween. Hollywood has been beating off that dead horse for a long time, now, and about the same amount of shit is shoveled out as good information. No idea why.Thankfully, there are some gems.One, the idea that they need a virgin to cross over. Need, no. It does ease the transition, though, No one really knows why, but it's established that, depending on the type of demon, the capacity the virgin fills is different, but the fact remains that a virgin should be involved in the summoning. A demon of rage. As promised, when I went back upstairs to get dressed, Mrs. Reynolds helped me into me a new bra with larger cups. It was much more comfortable to wear than my old one. It was a better quality bra than my old one, too. It was also much prettier, a small consolation that I was surprised to find meant quite a bit to me.The rest of the week passed without a change in the routine except for the predicted effects of the hormone pills that I continued to take every day. My voice became less husky and. And said, “That kind of defeats the purpose of an interrogation.”“I was afraid that was going to be your answer.”“Let’s get started. What were you doing sitting on the park bench that morning?” she asked.“I was waiting to observe a kidnapping,” he answered deciding that the truth was going to be the only real option and hoped they believed him.“That’s an interesting answer. Did you know there was going to be a kidnapping?”“No. I suspected that there would be one sometime soon. I’ve been out.