She was in a large room, lit by flaming braziers. Robed figures surrounded her in a circle and they swayed back and forth rhythmically as they chanted...in some sort of language she didn’t understand. Latin, maybe? She was lying on the floor and could see that she was in the center of some sort of design, painted onto the hard concrete. It was hard to tell from her low angle, but it looked like a pentagram.She tried to rise to her feet then noticed she had iron manacles round her wrists and. Wainwright was considering the blackened prime rib. But he knew he’d end up ordering his usual, the 16-oz. ribeye with peppercorns.He was leaning sideways on the bar, his back to a large, ruddy man in a well-worn cowboy hat. White. The erstwhile cowboy, his own back to Wainwright, lowered his voice, but the senator could still detect the smile in it, “Well the Meriwethers are up to it again.”Wainwright didn’t hear the mumbled reply, but easily made out, “They stepped into the arena big time.. I walkedinto the bathroom and grabbed a towel. "Just great," I whispered. I cleaned myself up and walked over to thecouch. Grabbing a blanket, I turned off the TV and tried to get back tosleep. ************************************************************************I heard thumping noises. I peeked over the couch and saw Rob taking potsout of the top cabinet. He was still naked. "Can you keep it down?" I yelled. "Hey Dude! I had the weirdest fucking dream last night," he said. Helooked at me. .. ?" Show me what?" I was more puzzled than ever.Silvia held up her index finger indicating 'one moment!' and turned away from me.The lithe beauty dropped her dress the rest of the way to the floor, revealing an incongruous, white, full-cut satin brief that seemed totally out of character and inconsistent with the rest of her revealing outfit.She slid the brief to the floor without fanfare or seduction, but I caught a glimpse of a dark brown rosette and moist, hair lined labia before she.