"He saw me trying on different ties this afternoon", I said. "He said I'd either got religion or was off on a grab-a-granny night, and he couldn't see...me getting religion".At the hotel we found a parking slot and walked towards the entrance. In the lead was Ben with his man-bag. "Fucking hell", said Taff, "It definitely looks like we're heading to a gay bar". As we entered, a different concierge nodded to us and said, "Good evening".The Piano Bar looked fairly quiet so we went to the Terrace. It was kind of crazy, but then again the whole world was kind of crazy now anyways, so why the hell not? I took off my pants and was just taking off the underwear when there was a click and the door opened, freaking me out as Karen entered the small room with me quickly putting my hands in front of my crotch to cover myself."What the hell!" I almost shouted, but it came out as a whisper because of my shock that someone would just invade my personal space like this."Sorry," she apologized, then. With a start I realized that something was watching and approaching. I took a step back, nearly tripping over a decaying log, then laughed at myself. A raccoon chattered, waddling past me, a shiny treat held in it’s paws. I sighed and turned to continue my walk and ran straight into a man looming behind me. I screamed, seeing the dim moonlight glint off a knife in his hands, and he laughed at my terror. I threw my heavy knapsack at him, driving him back so that he fell over the log, and took. "Lynette has, like, five or six wigs. She's always liked them, but she only seems to wear them..." Kristen suddenly stopped.I think I knew why Kristen stopped. Lynette usually wore her wigs when she was alone with Kristen in the spare bedroom. When June wasn't around, the girls never closed their bedroom door when they were together and I had seen Lynette dressed up in wigs and costumes when they were playing together.Lynette didn't blush, but proceeded to put the wig onto my head. "There. Now.