Finally, Billy turns to the guy in the boots. All yours, Flanagan.
Flanagan? Real name or fake? Id never know, but small things like that just increase my excitement.
While Billy stood watching from outside, I moved like a scared rabbit into the long dark hallway. Once the door clicked shut behind me, I had the feeling that I was doomed. We moved maybe ten feet inside the old asylum and came to an open room where almost a dozen naked women were waiting for what came next. They looked at me, I recognized some. I nodded, not sure why I was feeling so self-conscious when they were naked too, but I was.
Its just plain eerie being in a roomful of women who wont say a blessed thing. Not even a whisperthe walls have ears, I keep reminding myself every time Im tempted to blurt something
