It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. ...t was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you, here, see? Suddenly, the shadow directly in front of her moved. It crawled up the stone bricks of. Lounges were arrayed in a rough semi-circle around what appeared at first glance to be a giant hooker that steadily bubbled over a small flame. The men arranged themselves in no particular order and drew from the pipes. Paul found the smell unattractive and declined gracefully when he was passed one of the smoking tubes.“So, for tonight’s entertainment we have Paul’s young lady Abigail. The usual rules apply, but one word of warning, it is her first time, so, please my friends, be especially. ”“What about the Feds?”“They don’t decide who is married,” Dad replied. “That’s purely a State issue, and if a state lets gays and lesbians marry their partners, then the Feds have to recognize the marriage, just as all the other states do. My biggest fear is that Congress will fuck it up, and then the courts will fuck it up worse, instead of simply allowing the Constitution to work.”“You mean because, say, Ohio has to recognize marriages performed in Illinois, they have to recognize same-sex. I will admit I wouldn't take some women to them for they are not to every bodies taste. Quite some years back I did take a woman to one, that I was going out with and she was so shocked that she got up and left. I really had no choice but to follow and I tell you Karen I was ropeable for I knew some of the patrons that were there that evening and I knew that I would be a laughing stock" Did you continue going out with the woman", she asked as she picked up the cardigan and just draped it over.