Finally we had paradise in hell, that’s what the worker painted above the serving hatch. “Paradise” with a picture of a bacon roll and a mug of ...ea. The ex-pat had put up a sign prices and opening hours, but nobody ever saw it close when ops were running. Day of night we could get a little bite of paradise, a bacon roll and a mug of tea.It was always clean, always neat, always open. The worker was a local, we never knew his name, the ex-pat called him ‘raghead’. All on his own, day or night, he. ”“May I tell you what I would like?”She smiled wickedly. “You may.”He said, “I would feel wrong going up to your room with you. You know, fucking you. Or anything like that. But I think we can find a game to play that wouldn’t break the rules.”“There are rules? To this game you have in mind?” She had three loops of pearl wrapped around her finger now, and she pulled down on the strand, so that it slid across her neck like a snake. “Please tell me more.”“Do you remember me saying I thought my. ”“What? The town?” She said, “That’s National Forest. Can’t sell National Forest.”“It’s been in the Courts for years,” I said. “The Government lost. Seems there was a Patent Deed issued in the1890’s for that mine we found in the cliff face.”“So?”“The claim included the town. Government chicanery,” I said. “They stole it.”“And?”“The town and contents are to be sold Saturday starting at Noon. Wanna go?”“Do I have to go down that road?”“No.” I said, “You can see the falls from the cliff.”“Yes.”The. I asked one of the women, "What's going to happen to us?" She gave no reply. In fact, the women hadn't said a word the entire time! The door opened in, and I was lead into a dimly lit room. The only light came from a blue bulb on the back wall. I noticed an odd vertical apparatus in the center of the room.As the door closed behind, it became so dark, I could barely see. My eyes had to adjust. The device in the center of the room had a rectangular shaped column standing about five feet tall..