.. confused . He looked puzzled ... "preparing you madam" and smiled.. "But where is the bathroom.. I shall do it there.." .. "oh no, this is an expen...ive set of equipment , so please leave it to the master to handle it" .. while saying that he had managed to untie the knots completely and was pulling the blouse off me while I stood daze stuck. He took the blouse from me while I covered myself with pallu withy a feeling I had felt never before looked at him. He walked out of the room with the. "Benthor? Where are you at?" In a cell, just like you. I saw ya nappin' in yers when those things dragged me down here." There's more than one? What are they?" Undead of some kind. Don't know what." How did they get you?" I asked him."The bastards grabbed me while I was sleepin'. Didn't even give me a chance ta fight back. They grabbed our equipment too."I was about to ask him if he had seen the women, when I heard something coming down the hallway towards us. Two of the gaunt figures came into. Thinking that these two obviously didn't want anyone knowing about this, I decided to have a little fun with the situation and maybe get a bit of satisfaction out of it. Loosening my robe belt, I turned back to face them, allowing the front to part slightly. They could both see clearly that I had nothing on underneath. " So you don't want Mom knowing about this. I guess you think that we should just forget all about you going through my things. I understand how, at your age, guys will. Iedereen zal met respect met jullie omgaan…” En hier staan we dan. Op de rand van deze stap. De stap waarin we onze lijfjes en ervaring gaan geven aan de gasten. Ons laten meenemen naar nieuwe dingen. Het zijn echt “onze gasten”, van jou en mij en de ceremoniemeester. Zo voelt het wel. Want hier aan deze tafels wordt het publiek onze gast. Het is aan de ceremoniemeester om alles in goede banen te lijden. En dat doet hij. Met verve. Hij heeft, zoals een goede ceremoniemeester betaamt, een.