Pushing down my frustration, I knelt before the tripwire, examining it.“Why does it keep rumbling?” Sophia asked. “Is the maze really changing s...ape around us?”“Maybe,” Faoril said.I ignored them as I followed the tripwire to the right. It led to the mortar between two stones. I pulled out a slim tipped dagger, probing at the mortar. It was soft, a substance that only appeared to be solid mortar. I pried it away and revealed the inner mechanism for the trap. The wire held a lever back, a spring. I asked if I could walk you home and you said yes. We got down to the street and I put my arm through yours and we started down the sidewalk. I thought I had a few blocks to continue the conversation but almost immediately you turned and said, “this is me” in front of a door to a small building. I put my arm around your waist and leaned in to kiss you goodnight. You kiss back and we stand there outside your door kissing. We press our bodies together.We stop for a moment and you look at me. Her perfume wafted over him, putting his nerves at ease. She was almost as tall as Josh in the short heels of her boots. He moved to release her hand but she hung on stubbornly.“Mmmmm, soft hands. Very nice” she said, placing her other hand over his and rubbing it gently. “Do you moisturize?”“Uh ... no. I’ve never needed to.”“Pfffft, that figures” she replied, releasing him. “I bet you have no idea what some people go through to maintain good skin.”“Aha ... Yeah, sorry, I don’t know anything. That led him to his present gig.” Bitsy explained. “The cousin’s name is Jerome.”Bitsy still wouldn’t tell me where she lived, so I had to meet her at the office. She drove to the small brick building about as wide and the lock shop, but three times as deep. It still had the large glass windows of it’s previous occupants. The only thing church like about it was a sign with the name of the church, and a wooden cross, made from treated two by fours, erected in the yard.There were four cars parked.