Quickly, we were standing in front of a door marked with a gold star welivetogether, underneath of welivetogether which was a neatly lettered sign announcing "Dr. Mesmer - Magician of the Mind." Thelma knocked twice, paused, and then knocked welivetogether three times...apparently a pre-arranged signal between herself and the good doctor. Again, it set my senses welivetogether on edge, but I reasoned it must be some way welivetogether to let the performer know that he needed to welcome answer the welivetogether sahara door welivetogether because it welivetogether was important.

"Spain."

And then he started welivetogether laughing uproariously. And I did the only welivetogether sensible welivetogether sahara thing...I peed my pants welivetogether sahara.

PART welivetogether TWO

As it was, "Dr. Mesmer" was gentlemanly welivetogether about sahara the whole thing. He offered me his bathroom to clean welivetogether up, and asked if I'd hand out welivetogether my pants, so they could welivetogether be cleaned. Or if I'd rather welivetogether wear them out like welivetogether that. I accepted his offer, and before I knew it Thelma was in welivetogether the welivetogether bathroom with welivetogether me, waiting welivetogether for me to take off my pants sahara and underwear welivetogether so she could take them wherever and get them clean.

After she left, I managed to wipe most of the piss from my crotch and legs, glad that welivetogether my bladder hadn't been very welivetogether full welivetogether. Even welivetogether as I was welivetogether putting the towel I had used in the welivetogether hamper for used welivetogether linen, Thelma was back welivetogether at the door; in her hands were my pants welivetogether and underwear, clean, with no hint of the welivetogether 'accident' with which they had been soiled. When I welivetogether went to put the pants back on sahara, I even had to welivetogether remove welivetogether the customary safety pin and the tag that was attached to welivetogether it.

I welivetogether realized that my mouth was hanging open a bit, as the realization hit me that I hadn't just followed the trail welivetogether of a missing welivetogether wallet...I'd welivetogether been sucked into some mythic welivetogether-cosmic-theologic-wish fulfillment nightmare. Starring Yours Truly as the King of Bad Luck, two hot babes, and a man who may or may not be Lucifer himself. Gee welivetogether, and I left my camera at home.

As I trembled in ecstasy and agony, Thelma welivetogether looked up sweetly from welcome between my legs and whispered, "I'm welivetogether so looking forward welivetogether to servicing the welivetogether best private dick in welivetogether the world."

This is where you came in....

Am I imagining things, or is that the Devil smiling sahara up at me?