"Click! She hung up the phone and it promptly went dead. Scared to death, I ran to the door and it wouldn't budge. Next, I wentto the window and fo...nd that it would not open. The concept that I wasindeed trapped finally dawned on me. I sat down and resigned myself towhatever fate that Tracy had in mind.It was well after midnight before the door opened and Tracy enter theroom followed by two other women I didn't recognize. Before I knew it,the two women were on me. I was quickly stripped,. I check the messege.“Hello ____” can you call me back please.”I call them back, the line is busy and goes strait to their voice mail. I throw the phone on the bed and get back to work. “I might have to go into work. This always happens, I never get a day off.”“Does this mean you have to stop teasing and ravage me now.”“Yes I’m afraid it does!!”I pull her up strait by her hair, tie her hands together and hang her by her wrists from the top beam. I grab her by the chin and growl in her ear. “Is. They arrived at 8:45 and Lynn was the second princess there.The salon owner introduced herself to Lynn and Mindy."Welcome to Styles Spa. I'm Brenda Wadsworth the owner and manager and Ihope we can make your morning here one in which you will want to returnto enjoy again and again. Please come this way so we can get started onyour makeover. Please remove your blouse and put on the smock in thedressing room and come over to have you hair washed and conditioned."Lynn and Mindy went to the dressing. “Now war is a nice little sanitary thing, which can be reported on the evening news and written about in the newspapers. It wasn’t a thing of horror, but a thing of entertainment. A reporter would be able to stand in front of a camera telling about how the war is heating up with a playground filled children playing in the background.“It trivialized war. You like the color pink and I like to drink gin -- clearly we must fight since we believe different things. You go out and collect your rabble.