"Greetings John of Brady, you have inherited THE POWER, rejoice in your good fortune. This vessel that you have awakened contains enough power to do a...ything... anything at all. You have only to desire it and it will be done. How would you use this power?"John at this point assumed that he had landed at the bottom of the pit and this was some sort of trauma induced hallucination. "Oh ok, right. Well, umm...Can you get me back up to the top of this pit?"Instantly, John found himself sitting on a. Suddenly the woman with the bun, appeared and gave the girl an admonishing whispering, obviously about the show the girl was putting on. The girl hurried back with the box and knelt on the carpet before my feet in a subservient stance with her eyes cast down. I began to nudge one of my shoes off, but her hand interfered. "Let me," she said to the carpet, then looked up and our eyes met. I had never felt the sensation that I felt at that moment before; a power that I had never felt. Looking into. She stopped and said, I love playing cards do you mind if I play? Not at all I said. What would you like play Irma? Blackjack! Irma shouted. Irma sat down, and I handed her the deck. She shuffled the cards and began to tell me how she and her husband would play strip blackjack to keep the romance going. I said to Irma, that sounds like a challenge. Irma said, yes it is. We're gonna play stip blackjack and the winner gets 3 wishes after the game. Irma dealt the cards. First had she. "Then she turned to Curt, now with no sign of her former wishy-washy attitude. "Before I say what I'm about to, Curt," she said, her voice surprising him with its strength, "I just want to remind you of something. Remember that time we were in Tijuana and you wanted to go to one of those shows where they have girls making it together? You even told me afterwards you'd like to have been with them while they were going at it, remember?" Karol, please," he said, "not in front of the Lilly. Yeah, I.