“Uh, masseuse and masseur,” She mumbled.“Ew.” I smirked.“Are you homophobic?” Tiffany’s eyes went wide and scared.“I have eaten your p...ssy, kiddo,” I deflected idiocy away, “Tell me about the masseuse.”“Pretty, does a good job,” She shrugged, “Matthew won’t be disappointed.”“Great, now I guess you can get to work then?” I hinted as strongly as I might. I hadn’t had to yell or chew out Tiffany at all yet. I didn’t want to have her as another Raena. I held myself back as she panicked and refused. " I did. "And now the left onto 94 – Stephens Street. The Swan is on your right." It was. I parked on the side of the inn. Diana got out and shouted: "Hoo-ee!" A somewhat stout woman can out and gave her a big hug."Mum, this is Gordy. Gordy, Mum." "How do you do, Mrs. Prince?" "Oh, aren't you elegant! C'mon in. Bring your tackle. Di'll show you where to sling it." That set the tone for the weekend. Mr. Prince was a thin, tired man. He was more interested in food and such than in anything else.. When an outside force tried to do something and the local people take exception to it, they had the ear of the local establishment. This did not mean that some bad things did not take place but it did tend to hamper how much they were able to get away with.After breakfast, Rob and a group of men went to pour the floor in my tunnel. Shortly, another chopper arrived to leave mesh, rebar and wood to build forms for Art's house. I was busy digging out Rob's place, finally finishing just before. A cocoon. The wing-covered mass seemed to swell and bulge, pulsating with new and changing life. Then, a shimmer of rainbow colors, and the entire mass seemed to fade from view. Perfect invisibility. Made sense in a way; for insects. A cocoon is vulnerable, you need either mimicry or camoflauge to survive. No better camo than bending light around itself. How else would you hide something this size? Similar invisible cocoons could be set up almost anywhere, in public even! Most people don't look.