I needed to know what she could do, before we worked on how much. We argued a bit. When I picked up my briefcase, she looked at me sideways. She asked...me if I had really gone to Beacon Hill. I told her I didn't know. It was just an address on the GPS. She was frowning as I left.Going north, I got off the main road to take a look at Nashua. It was not unlike New Jersey, rolling hills full of trees. The small-city-next-to-the-Big-City vibe was almost identical. There was history here, as with. Being a twin, your kind of like a lie detector for the other. It's hard to explain, but you can feel when the other is troubled. I got up and walked over to her and gave her a hug. She didn't hug me back, but just let her arms hang by her side. I felt that how I reacted, made her feel this way. She apologized again. I told her there was nothing to be sorry for. I led her back to my bed. We sat down, and talked for a long while. I asked her why she did what she did, and she told me that she was. He sat andcrossed Tina's legs and began talking. I had a million questions to askBurt. First I said that I figured not to many people would be to happywith being mounted. But most importantly how do you enter the mountsand what happens to the victim?"Well," Burt said in his scruffy growl, he reminded me of RobinWilliams doing Popeye. "The mount goes into a deep sleep. The beauty ofthis is there memories are free to access in this dream like state.When I dismount this lovely beauty she will have. It turned out that the whores were a gold mine of information. They knew a hell of a lot more than I had ever expected, based on what they had heard from their customers and from general conversation around the saloon. It was interesting to put together what I heard from the bartender and what Jane heard from the whores. She had no trouble getting them to spend time with her, both because they did not see her as a threat to their livelihood, and because she paid them for their time spent.