“Whoa. That was a little strange. What did you do?”“I told you to study and to remember it for your test tomorrow.” I shrugged. “It will be ...otally E-Z. Capisce?”“Huh?”I keep forgetting she has a smaller vocabulary than me. “It means, ‘understand’. Now go, learn, pass your test tomorrow. You can thank me later.”“Holy shit, Midge. I think the hypnosis worked. I think I actually aced that test.”“I was pretty sure it would, Maisie Lynn Prosserman.” That worked too. Maisie stood there, looking at. " He caressed her face and they kissed. Rick felt the tip of her tongue caressing his lips. He relaxed his jaw and felt her tongue against his. Then, he closed his lips around it and drew back, caressing it. "You are exactly the sort of woman I admire."Rick kissed and nuzzled her neck. He slipped his hand under the open side of her chiton and caressed her knee.Brenda began unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped her hand under the fabric and caressed his chest. Rick cupped his hand over her breast. Leon said, "She's at home; her water's broken."I climbed in the passenger's side, and Leon drove to Dorothy's. He drove carefully. A minute wouldn't make much difference.Leon took the portable ECG monitor and his medical bag as he walked to the door. Fred opened the door before Leon got to it and greeted him, "Glad you are here."I pulled the stretcher from the van and rolled it to the door. Leon had the ECG five leads attached to Dorothy and read the monitor. "You heart and the baby's look. There must be at least 200 men in the place. Actually it’s more like 400. You just can’t see them all in the dark, filthy shadows of the old bowling alley converted into a whore house/strip joint.Lucky for you the place was partitioned off to provide rooms for the prostitutes to ply their trade. Otherwise there’d be many more men. Too many.You were already told what to do. Go to the dance pit, shake your ass and (ugh!) MASTURBATE for the sick degenerates.The Pit is actually a small, raised.