It startled me, and I fell off of the couch, scrambling up and making my way to the door. Pamela was standing outside, waving at me enthusiastically. ... unlocked the door and swung it open to let her inside. Pam, what are you doing? Why didnt you just let yourself in? Nails, silly! she said, smiling at me brightly, raising her hands for me to look. I glanced down at her spread fingers and took note of a shiny pink gloss coating her nails, still noticeably wet. I cant touch anything because I. Mother started to wash some cloths. After washing the cloths pointing to the nighty which she wore, she said, “now you can go. I have to change these clothes and wash them.”“Oh! mom, I’m alone there. I will be here with you”Then mom said nothing. She turned opposite to me and removed her nighty. I could see her smooth and white bare back which was covered only with the bra’s straps. The scene made me shivering. She then removed the buckles of her bra, but I couldn’t see the marvelous globes as. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's feather.As he cleaned his coffin, he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was. “What would you call it?”Maddening. Infuriating. Enlivening.“Interesting. In the Chinese sense.”I was gratified to see that she appreciated the response, though she was never going to admit as much. “You haven’t enquired about Subservia.”Mention of the women brought unwanted flashes of memory back. “I wasn’t aware that you cared so much for normal social etiquette.”“I can be very considerate, you know.”Any psycho can play the game when it suits them…“All right, I’ll play. How is.