‘I have enjoyed good music from an early age.’ She was busy with the coffee, so didn’t reply immediately. She put the cups, large French style b...wls really, on the breakfast bar. ‘Do sit down.’ I pulled one of the high stools forward and sat. ‘I like music as well.’ She mused. ‘Aubrey is not keen on classical though. He calls it cacophony music. Its years since I went to a concert. I can only put on my classical CD’s when he is not in the house, He becomes very irritable if I do. I should love. To the casual observer, life in the Pensacola vicinity looked to idyllic for the two upper classes, but this was not true. The men were constantly waging political fights among themselves to try to become the most important vassal in the hierarchy. The women were constantly conspiring to assist their men in moving up, so there was little love lost among the inhabitants. This continual struggle kept their society at a very unstable boil. The result was that less than 20 families ruled about 200. I nodded affirmatively. I changed my dress. I put a white Bermuda an red T Shirt, spread some body spray,scent and went to her house curiously. The doors of her house were closed. I knocked on the door. She asked “ who is there”. She wanted to confirm. I replied “it’s me, Rajesh”. She said “come in, the door is not locked.” I pushed the door which opened inside. I entered in her house & locked the doors. Being entering immediately from bright sun light to her dimmed light house darkness spread. ’ She follows him as he walks around a corner and down another ally, around another corner and up to a wall with a square piece of plywood covering a small hole. As he bends down to lift the board away, she scans her surroundings for potential traps. He nods his head towards the hole as he crawls through it, indicating her to follow. She looks around one last time then follows him through the hole. As she emerges out the other side, she sees what can only amount to a small shack hastily thrown.