The men below were
prostrate now, chanting. Brendan floated
away, becoming a tropical island as wave after wave of pleasure lapped his beach. xxx 18 “Really? He no longer feared death. He was given a very comfortable guest room and the food
was great; Lois had an excellent chef. The mortar separating them was razor thin. It was four-thirty
in the morning. Leaving was no longer an option –
not with the Captain in on this. He looked around at all the scented candles in the room; it was spooky. The right medium could have you believing you were the Queen of Sheba. Brendan was sure of that. “One million dollars a session?”
“Yes.
