"Jesus! You don't leave any loose ends do you?" Dave said whistling under his breath at the audacity of the dean.

"Look, I don't have to put up with any little snot-nosed member of the God squad coming on to me about my sexual preferences. At first, I was almost amused by his righteous indignation but then I got riled and I'm going to get the little bastard. No one interferes in my business. I've got too much at stake here."

A few other men came in, all old friends of the men still sitting at the bar. They ordered drinks, finished them and ordered more. At one time or another all the men present had been either on or associated with in some way, the School Board. Some of them were retired principals and administrators and it was obvious that the older men were becoming impatient. Finally, a really old man croaked up. "Aren't we havin' a show tonight?"

"It could be going on right now, Jay," the dean spoke up. "Let's go up to the conference room and take a peek." He led the others from the bar and into a darkened room. They seated themselves around a table and Lowell pressed a button. Almost at once the mirror on the wall lit up, and then, as they watched, they saw the room behind it light up, too. Everything was as clear in front of them as if they were in the same room.

Dave Hudson was talking to a young girl… Marilee what's-her-name… who was nursing a drink she held in the glass between her hands. At his urging she finished it, and then took the cigarette he handed her. They seemed to be in deep discussion although from the other side of the mirror the voyeurs could not hear what was being said. The girl inhaled a few times and it was obvious she was not used to smoking for she coughed a couple of times.

"Come on, Dave," Mitch urged even though his cohort couldn't hear him. "Get the kid naked." He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing the young girl naked standing before the mirror, unaware that she was performing for an audience.