“You have to get us a room,” she said. “But, my broth . . .” “Don’t talk. Just get the damn room,” she ordered. He turned and crossed ...he concourse to the sign-in desk. CHAPTER THREE 1987 “That was more than enthusiastic on your part,” she said. “Hah? You didn’t seem all that bored with the festivities either,” he said, smirking. “No, no, it definitely wasn’t boring,” she said. “I was into it. And, Ron, that bothers me.” She didn’t look over at him, but she sensed his concern anyway. . “Okay, fink! Maybe fifteen minutes. But it’s seemed like hours, since you weren’t with us.”“I blame Gwen. And I also thank Gwen, I didn’t really want to head out yesterday. But I’ve just got too much to do, we all do, to lounge in bed any longer.”“Madam is correct. As much as I love learning how to make Piper squeak when pushing the, what did you call it, the double dong, inside her and myself, I fear others are waiting on us.”“I did not squeak!” Piper looked angry. “Did I?” All three of us. .. to Mike? He, of all people, would appreciate its beauty and possibilities the least!"I fucking knew it. So what is this?" Ok, look I'll show you." I walked to the console and pressed the top button. The screen flicked into life and I stared at the display for a moment."Hercules Poirot?" I asked him and he shook his head."This is a trick. How do I know there isn't some fancy light projectionny thingy in there to show something you've already cooked up. No. On that reader there are some of. His cyborgs shot me down and he took me to his office… He tattooed my body and… and did other things to me… He can’t control us, so he tries to mentally incapacitate me. It’s working.”“Oh, Dante…” La’liel was at a loss for words. In her eyes, he was still but a boy. “I don’t know what I can do.”“I know,” Dante replied, standing suddenly, strengthening himself to go back.“Dante sit down, have a drink.” La’liel offered a full tumbler of scotch. He took it gratefully.“I just don’t know how much.