| I looked at myself in the mirror wall and smiled at my interesting predicament. Buck naked with my hands and elbows cuffed uncomfortably behind me, an overflowing piss bottle behind me in a stark dim cell of a room below the Owl Club in Cloverton... weird! "But you're looking good, man!" I told myself. "You’re 52, you are strong and healthy and taking on all comers. You haven't surrendered to the couch with a six pack and a cynical attitude yet." I laughed at my reflection and how this would be a delicious and humorous deathbed memory someday. I stood very still suddenly, as I was beginning to hear a muffled voice through the "mystery door" that sounded like a female calling for help. I stepped over and put my ear to the door. I could definitely make out pleas for help. There were also panting and moaning sounds that sounded sexual. "Help... someone...please... Oh! Oh! Oh! Stop this thing, please!" I had to go in somehow. But the door was locked and what the hell ...
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