" The outside, conventional world is just a dull fantasy that masks and even denies the reality of our inner selves. The Century Club, on the other ha...d, is a society that recognizes, revels in and, in a secret way, realizes our fantasies. Our mask is to the world, not to ourselves. We are free to be our dreams." We have reason to believe," said Julie, " that you too are chaffing in the chains of conformity, that you hide what you dare not admit, that this repressed secret is eating away at you. Looking over, I now discovered she had pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms off to one side, her juicy bare split winking at me as she dipped a finger into it, taunting me as she did so."Sure you're not hungry?" she asked. "More than happy to fix something succulently delicious for you if you are." Only if you're willing to sauté' a particular sausage for me first," I responded. "And then share it with me, there's a particular way I like having it flavored first, before eating," I then. "No ... find me someone known for dressing patricians my age." Of course." Clover stepped out of the room. A minute later, Corvus heard an odd electronic screech and the sound of static.He stepped into the antechamber. "What's that sound?"Clover wrinkled her nose. "It's the modem. It connects my computer to other computers over the phone line. I'm dialing into one that runs a bulletin board where we talk about what's going on in the capital. I can ask there who the hot tailors are now."Corvus. ‘Gold at the end of the rainbow,’ meant there was a plan to get him out, and he needed to get ready for the opportunity for him to escape. George was setting it up. Knowing how big of a risk George was taking, he would not risk screwing up George’s plan or getting George in trouble by trying to get more information out of him.Just knowing he was not alone, and not having to fight his way out all alone, was reassuring. There was a plan, but what was the plan? He needed to know. No, he needed to.