text: [Themes: Slice of life, sexual content, strong profanity]
  
  > Describe the surroundings
  Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at the far side of the room.
  
  On Charles's desk is a telephone.
  
  > examine the desk
  Absolutely gorgeous and without a scratch on it. Which is to be expected, seeing as very little work actually gets done at it. Most members have their banks automatically pay their dues for them and since country clubs have declined in popularity recently, new members are few and far between. Why Charles would have been granted a new desk is beyond you.
  
  > examine phone
  With rules against cell phones and a desire for leaving the outside world outside, this is the only phone at Pine Meadows.
  
  > hide under the desk
  You try crawling under the desk, but figure that if Charles does come in, your face will be where only cater-waiters and hustlers have been before. Then, you climb on top of the cabinets, but realize that Charles isn't quite that short. Finally, you try hiding behind a pencil, but you have a few more months on your diet before you can pull that off. Dejected, you go about finding a better way to avoid getting caught.
  
  > open the window
  You open the office window.
  
  > climb out the window
  As soon as your head ducks below the windowsill, you hear Charles (obviously with some assistance) break open the door and shriek: "The window, they've gone out the window!"
  
  Quickly, you begin to climb down the trellis, careful not to get your heels snagged in the ivy. However, you're more adept at navigating a concrete jungle than a real one, and soon one of your pumps gets caught on a particularly nasty weed. You kick wildly for a few moments, but it's to no avail; you lose your balance and tumble in to the bushes below, dragging the wreckage of the trellis with you.
  
  Behind the club (in the thorn bushes)
  Ow! While the bushes cushion your fall, preventing any serious damage, their thorns still manage to tear at your clothes and cling at your hair. As you pluck the spikes from your face, you hear Charles screaming from the window above.
  
  > leave
  You get out of the thorn bushes.
  
  Yours are probably the first feet to tread here since the trellis was installed. The bushes have none of the carefully manicured branches or unnaturally bright flowers of their cousins in the garden. Instead, they are twisted with many sharp little thorns. They thin a little to the southwest.
  
  Without the cover of the bushes, Charles easily sees you. The criminal charges are no big deal, but being seen by the whole club being pulled from the bushes by the police is almost too much to bear.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a key (which opens the broken door)
  your Louis Vuitton bag (which is open)
  a camera
  a bottle of Percodan
  some bleach
  a half-eaten salad
  your make-up
  a pair of banquet tickets
  your watch (being worn)
  your ensemble (being worn)
  
  "Can you see them?" You hear a voice ask from above.
  
  "No, they're in the bushes," Charles replies.
  
  > Wait
  Although the thorns continue to poke in to your soft skin, you decide you'd rather put up with that for a few minutes than let Charles see you.
  
  "Well is there any more you want me to do?"
  
  "Nah, go back to the whirlpool, I'll take care of things here."
  
  > wait awhile
  Although the thorns continue to poke in to your soft skin, you decide you'd rather put up with that for a few minutes than let Charles see you.
  
  "That's it! I'm going to call the police," you hear Charles call to you from above. At least he's gone from the window now.
  
  > go outside
  You get out of the thorn bushes.
  
  Yours are probably the first feet to tread here since the trellis was installed. The bushes have none of the carefully manicured branches or unnaturally bright flowers of their cousins in the garden. Instead, they are twisted with many sharp little thorns. They thin a little to the southwest.
  
  > look at the thorns
  Although the same kind grow in the garden in front of the club, those ones are kept in check with meticulous grooming. These, without a gardener to tend to them, have grown wildly, as if making up for the complacency of their sisters.
  
  > look at the trellis
  The trellis lies in a mangled heap at the base of the wall.
  
  > go to the southwest
  You battle your way through the underbrush for what must literally be minutes until you arrive in the garden.
  
  Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and the club itself lies to the north.
  
  Melissa continues to read her book.
  
  "My, my. First the basement, now the bushes? Ever heard of a bed?" Melissa says, smirking.
  
  > About yourself
  The fall took its toll on your appearance. Your skirt was ripped, but you managed to capitalize on that by tearing it a little more and turning it in to a fashionable slit. Although you tried, you failed to get all the twigs and thorns out of your hair. Still, you look a lot better than most of the people around here.
  
  > look at the ensemble
  It's tragic really, the damage done by the fall. Oh well, these clothes were two weeks old; it's about time they were replaced.
  
  > go to the south
  If you leave the club without getting that film you'll be ruined.
  
  > open your locker
  38 left, 24 right, 34 left, just like your measurements. Inside is a change of clothes.
  
  > take the clothes
  Although those bushes took their toll, the worst might be yet to come. You should probably save these clothes for the banquet.
  
  > close locker
  Which do you mean, Melissa's locker, Beverly's locker, Cynthia's locker, your locker or the lockers?
  
  > close your locker
  You close your locker.
  
  > fix the makeup
  Sometimes less is more.
  
  > go south
  Just two years ago, this place would have been packed at this time of day. Now hardly anyone comes in here, and you can hardly blame them. It feels more like some hellish jungle than a spa. The smell is subtle but gnaws at you nonetheless. A bed of rocks, heated to drive up sweat and drive out impurities, gives the room a heavy, fevered feeling, making you wonder why they even bothered considering there is already a whirlpool to the south. For those club members who have given up on trying to hide the fact that they dye their hair, a hairdresser's station sits to one side, from which you have a clear view of the lobby and its desk to the north. And all this set to some "Sounds of Nature" CD.
  
  Strands of gray hair form a trail through the spa, left after you gave Ms. Williams the Sinéad O'Conner look.
  
  > go south
  You open the door and walk in.
  
  Cramped and humid, the whirlpool room is dominated by a large tub of bubbling water. The steam coming from it is almost unbearable; it flattens your hair and clings to your skin. Even worse, there seems to be no ventilation other than from the door to the north, beside which is a row of hooks for hanging clothes.
  
  A young man reclines in the pool, naked.
  
  Some clothes hang on one of the hooks.
  
  The man sits up with a start but does nothing to conceal his nudity. "Who the hell are you?" he demands. Without waiting for a reply, he lies back. "Nevermind. I don't care. Charles said I could stay here all afternoon, so fuck off."
  
  > examine man
  With his bleached hair and chiseled features, this guy looks like he stepped right out of Honcho.
  
  > examine clothes
  My God! A poly-cotton blend in this place? What is Pine Meadows coming to?
  
  > Search clothes
  "Hey, cut that out!" You ignore him but find nothing of interest anyway.
  
  > remove the clothes
  (first taking the clothes)
  "Hey, what are you doing? I need those," the man cries.
  
  You ignore him and take the clothes.
  
  > enter the whirlpool
  Which do you mean, the door to the spa or the whirlpool?
  
  > go north
  "Listen!" you hiss, holding the clothes out of the young man's reach. "Either you tell me what I want to know or I walk out with these clothes right now."
  
  "What? You're crazy!"
  
  "Am I?" You walk towards the door.
  
  "Ok, wait, wait. Alright, what do you want to know?"
  
  "Well, who the hell you are, for starters."
  
  "Ok, I'm Scott. Charles's new 'assistant.' I'd shake your hand, but I'm a little indisposed at the moment."
  
  "I'll let it slide," you say, politely averting your eyes. "Do you always bathe naked with your employers?"
  
  "Bathe naked, sleep naked, play Parcheesi naked," he shrugs his shoulders. "Whatever they pay me for. It's all the same to me."
  
  You knew it. Charles was always a little well-manicured, even for Pine Meadows. "So he pays you for your services?"
  
  "Of course, you have seen him, haven't you?" The two of you share a collective shudder.
  
  "Alright, that's enough." Satisfied you have enough information, you hang his clothes back on the hooks.
  
  "Anytime."
  
  > go north
  You open the door and walk in.
  
  Clearly the focus of the layout, a magnificently restored antique oak desk stands near the back of the room, illuminated by a spacious window overlooking the golf course. Somewhat less impressive, a wise move considering they might detract from the desk, are a row of cabinets leading from the door to the south, along the wall, to the window at the far side of the room.
  
  Charles sits at his desk, pushing some papers around to at least give the impression that he's worth the money the club pays him.
  
  On Charles's desk is a telephone.
  
  "Julia!" Charles says nasally. "So good to see you. Can I help you with anything?"
  
  > ask Charles about Scott
  "So I was talking to Scott, and he had some of the most interesting things to say."
  
  "Um, ah." Charles tugs at his bow tie. "I don't know what you're talking about."
  
  > Blackmail charles with Scott
  "My, my Charles, you look absolutely flushed. Have you been in the whirlpool?" you ask gently.
  
  "Well, yes I have, Julia." --his cheeks get a little redder-- "It's marvelous. You really must try it sometime."
  
  "Were you in for long? I saw the door and it said you were signed up for the whole afternoon. I'm only asking because prolonged exposure can be terrible for the skin, let alone the health." Your lips pout out a little with feigned concern.
  
  "Um, well, I was only in for an hour or so, I'm letting my assistant use the rest of my time." Charles tugs a little at his bow tie.
  
  "Oh, so you finally found someone to work 'under' you?" you ask, your emphasis almost tacky.
  
  "Yes, his name's Scott. He's worth every penny the club pays him."
  
  "Oh yes, Scott. I spoke to him." Charles face drops. "He has some very interesting things to say."
  
  Charles face glistens with sweat. "Please, Julia. Don't tell anyone, I'll give you anything you want." He pleads.
  
  "Alright, let me in to those cabinets and let me use your phone."
  
  "But that is-"
  
  "Or I could just go talk to Mr. Knowles."
  
  "Ok, ok. Just as long as you don't tell anyone I let you," Charles says resignedly and goes back to working on his papers, even less believably than before.
  
  > call the doctor
  Suspicious about those pills, you call up doctor Ferguson.
  
  "Hi, Dr. Ferguson. This is Angie from Dr. Leeds office," you say in as nasal a voice as you can muster. "I'm calling in regards to a patient of yours, one Melissa Stratham."
  
  "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asks, more than a little perturbed to be disturbed.
  
  "Well, Mrs. Stratham told us that you gave her a prescription for Percodan to be renewed indefinitely and--"
  
  "What? She's still taking them? They're highly addictive!" he says with concern, more likely from fear of malpractice than genuine compassion.
  
  "Alright, Dr. Ferguson. I'll notify Betty Ford right away."
  
  With that, you hang up the phone and ignore Charles's odd looks.
  
  > look up Knowles
  Roger's files list him as the primary shareholder of the club, giving him the ability to make membership decisions completely at his own discretion.
  
  > ask Charles about the banquet
  "Please, Julia. I've let you look at the records, isn't that enough?"
  
  > Go south
  Being this far out in the country, the garden is really the only place at Pine Meadows where nature exists, yet isn't out of control. The topiary is subtle, no garish animals or ambitious creations. Flowers line the drive to the south, down which the valet service lies. A path, hedged with rose bushes, curves round the club to the northeast, and the club itself lies to the north.
  
  Getting to a particularly steamy passage, Melissa fans her neck vigorously.
  
  > ask Melissa about the pills
  You tell Melissa about your little conversation with Dr. Ferguson.
  
  "So they're mine. No one but the most backwards fossil would care about my little indulgence."
  
  > Blackmail melissa with pills
  You tell Melissa about your conversation with Dr. Ferguson.
  
  "Oh, please. This is the new millenium. Who cares if I indulge in a little Percodan now and then?"
  
  > Blackmail melissa with addiction
  "Now why would that scare me?" Melissa says, and returns to her book.
  
  > show pills to Melissa
  (first taking the bottle of Percodan)
  You tell Melissa about your little conversation with Dr. Ferguson.
  
  "So they're mine. No one but the most backwards fossil would care about my little indulgence."
  
  > ask Melissa about husband
  "So where is your husband, anyway?"
  
  "He's gone to London for business until the end of the month. It's like I never get to see him any more. How is a girl supposed to stay faithful?" --she glances at you-- "Well I guess I'm asking the wrong person."
  
  > ask Melissa about Roger
  "So what do you know of Roger Knowles?"
  
  "Ugh," she says, wrinkling her nose, "that man is an ogre."
  
  > Go northeast
  Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season.
  
  > go to the north
  As if you never left, Cissy starts back on her photos.
  
  Outside dining (next to the kitchen)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  The waiter takes a sip from one of the finished drinks and seems to calm down a bit.
  
  Cissy stands here in all her fuchsia splendour.
  
  > go east
  "You're not leaving already are you?" Cissy asks, lips pouted. "Oh well, you must come back to see the rest of my photos soon."
  
  Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting.
  
  Cynthia waits impatiently for her meal.
  
  > tell Cynthia about the pills
  "What do you think of Percodan?"
  
  "I haven't done it in years. Oh, well that explains how you're able to let Frank touch you."
  
  > tell Cynthia about Charles
  "What do you think of Charles?"
  
  "Really, Julia. The only thing worse than being a bore is talking about one."
  
  > Go west
  "Aww, leaving so soon? Well we must do this again sometime," Cynthia calls out after you.
  As if you never left, Cissy starts back on her photos.
  
  Outside dining (next to the kitchen)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. However, despite all that, the outside dining offered by Pine Meadows is really the only thing that interests you at the club. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A waiter bustles about frantically, trying desperately to keep up with drink orders from demanding patrons.
  
  Cissy stands here in all her fuchsia splendour.
  
  > look at the waiter
  Tuxedoes aren't active wear, and the waiter exemplifies perfectly why this is so. His cummerbund prevents him from turning his waist; his whole ensemble clings to him with sweat. In fact, his bow tie seems so tight that his eyes bug out and his face is flushed.
  
  Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life.
  
  > ask the waiter for the peanuts
  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hawthorne, but we don't serve peanuts here. There might be some sauce in the kitchen though."
  
  Cissy tells you about another 'famous' relative's accomplishments.
  
  > order the drink
  "Here you go, Mrs. Hawthorne," he says, handing you a glass of wine, his experience such that barely a ripple passes across its surface.
  
  Cissy continues to prattle on about her oh so fascinating life.
  
  > spill the wine on Cissy
  Pretending to catch your heel on a crack, you launch yourself forward towards Cissy, spilling the deep, red wine over her clothes.
  
  "My clothes!" she cries, trying desperately to sop up the rapidly setting wine. "This was a gift from my husband." You guess he bought it as a not so subtle hint.
  
  "Don't worry Cissy, a little club soda and that will come right out." A lie, sure, but you have to stop her from sobbing somehow. Besides, you did her a favour, that monstrosity wasn't helping anyone.
  
  When Cissy sees that nothing she can do here will stop the stain, she begins to walk out. "Oh dear, guess I'll go home to change. I'll see you at the banquet tonight. Ciao."
  
  > Go west
  For all the years you've been a member of Pine Meadows, you've never had a reason to visit the kitchen before today. And you are thankful for that. If you had been here years ago you certainly wouldn't have been so quick to eat the food. Gray slabs of meat lie along the counters and hang from cupboards; enormous pots, some empty, some full, sit on stoves. All this under a barrage of pedestrian smells that assault your nose. A set of large, locked doors lead west to the banquet hall and a smaller opening on the opposite wall leads back out to the dining area.
  
  Amongst the many exotic dishes, you see a steaming plate of Coquille Saint Jacques.
  
  When he thinks you aren't looking, one of the cooks spits in to a steaming plate of something.
  
  > open the cupboards
  The cooks look at you suspiciously but say nothing. You're well known among the kitchen staff for your temper. The cupboards are packed with a bewildering array of foodstuffs.
  
  > search the cupboards
  Here we go, Thai peanut sauce. You slip it in to your pocket while the cooks aren't looking.
  
  > put the sauce on the Coquille
  "Please, Mrs. Hawthorne," says one of the cooks, "leave the food to us."
  
  > examine cook
  Harried and hurried, the cooks rush about the kitchen.
  
  > look at the pots
  Balanced on the stove, several pots stand dangerously close to falling over.
  
  > put the sauce on the Coquille
  With the cooks distracted, you sneak the peanut sauce in to Cynthia's food and discard the bottle.
  
  Apparently you made quite a mess. The cooks are still cleaning it up.
  
  > Go east
  Outside dining (next to the kitchen)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A waiter bustles about frantically, trying desperately to keep up with drink orders from demanding patrons.
  
  > Go east
  Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting.
  
  You arrive just as Cynthia sits down to eat her Coquille Saint-Jacques. Your glee can barely be contained as she raises a slimy piece of shellfish to her lips and delicately nibbles at it.
  
  A few minutes pass while Cynthia eats her meal and when she is done, she finishes it off with a delicate licking of her lips. That's when she notices what you have been seeing the whole time. Her lips, reacting furiously to the peanut sauce, have begun to swell, ballooning up to twice their regular size with no sign of stopping.
  
  "Myb bwips, bwat's bappebing?" she blubbers. Oh well, at least she won't need that collagen anymore.
  
  Soon the paramedics arrive to take her away from the crowd of gawking club members and elated waiters, leaving you to resume your business.
  
  > look
  Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting.
  
  > go northeast
  You walk down the paved path until you come to the Pro Shop.
  
  Since Pine Meadows instituted the policy of allowing day memberships, the shop has been enjoying a lot more business. Well, enjoying is probably the wrong word. The only people who frequent the shop are amateur social climbers trying to impress clients or lonely housewives eager to get a little attention from Keith. Luckily, none of them seem to be around, leaving you to see how cramped the shop actually is. All manner of rackets, clubs, and balls crowd the walls; an obtrusive counter divides the room arbitrarily, and to the north a door leads to the driving range, too small to open up the place at all.
  
  Keith smiles up at you as you enter.
  
  "Hey babe, good to see ya," Keith says, smiling. "I was beginning to think you might not make it."
  
  > examine Keith
  Tall, well-muscled, and the most sexually virile man you've ever known, Keith rubs his hand across his chest absently when he catches you looking at him. You suppress a shudder and involuntarily lick your lips.
  
  "You better be careful with those around Mr. Knowles," Keith says, glancing at the pills and jerking his thumb towards the driving range. "He's in a huff ever since he found out about his grandson."
  
  > Smell keith
  Whatever smell is there is overpowered by your characteristic fragrance: Self-Obsession, by Calvin Klone.
  
  > tell Keith about the photo
  "Listen, Keith, someone was in the access hall while we were in the closet and they took a photo."
  
  "You mean someone took a picture of us while we were fucking?" You cringe at his vulgarity. "Shit, what are we going to do?"
  
  "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," you say, hoping it's not a lie.
  
  > tell Keith about Frank
  "About Frank..."
  
  "Why don't you leave him already? Then we could finally be together. Just don't tell him about us, he'd ruin me." With that, he leans forward dramatically. "I could give you the moon."
  
  No, what he could give you would be more painfully trite lines like that.
  
  > tell Keith about Charles
  "What do you think of Charles?"
  
  "That guy freaks me out. Always brushing up against me and stuff."
  
  > tell Keith about Scott
  "Sorry, babe. I don't know nothing about that."
  
  > go to the north
  With the banquet just a few hours away, most people aren't willing to work up a sweat. As such, the driving range is all but uninhabited. While most of the course is just grass, the range has concrete walks, sparing you from the torture that is walking on grass in heels. The Pro Shop lies to the south.
  
  Roger Knowles, a man who puts the 'old' in old money, stands here, occasionally hitting a ball off in to the green.
  
  "Oh, Julia, it's you," Roger says, looking up. As he returns his concentration to the game, he continues, "What do you want?"
  
  > tell Roger about pills
  You carefully feel Roger out about drugs.
  
  "Damn junkies," he spits, "they're ruining this country and this club. I will not have those people at Pine Meadows."
  
  > tell Roger about Melissa
  You better not, blackmail only works if you haven't actually revealed the information.
  
  Roger sights up and smacks a ball clear across the green.
  
  > examine Roger
  While Pine Meadows's members have never been known for their progressive politics, Roger Knowles is considered a little old-fashioned even here. You'd be wise to watch your step around him; he's never liked you and, being a primary shareholder of the club, is likely to expel you should you disturb him too much.
  
  > ask Roger about Frank
  "Julia, I have no need of your gossip."
  
  Roger sights up and smacks a ball clear across the green.
  
  > go south
  Since Pine Meadows instituted the policy of allowing day memberships, the shop has been enjoying a lot more business. Well, enjoying is probably the wrong word. The only people who frequent the shop are amateur social climbers trying to impress clients or lonely housewives eager to get a little attention from Keith. Luckily, none of them seem to be around, leaving you to see how cramped the shop actually is. All manner of rackets, clubs, and balls crowd the walls; an obtrusive counter divides the room arbitrarily, and to the north a door leads to the driving range, too small to open up the place at all.
  
  Keith paces back and forth, absentmindedly fiddling with things.
  
  > Go southwest
  Outside dining (next to the Pro Shop)
  This is what it's all about: stale food and staler gossip. The tables are full; the place is busy. The members don't seem to be eating all that much though, no doubt saving their appetites for the banquet tonight. To the west is the server's entrance to the kitchen where all manner of food is prepared. The dining area extends to the east, and to the south and southeast are the garden path and tennis court respectively.
  
  A group of women sit here playing bridge and chatting.
  
  > Go south
  Since tennis became passé, this court is mainly used by those few members who actually enjoy the game. In fact, due to the reduced use, the club has even begun letting non-members play on it. You've never been that fond of tennis and with the rabble about, you're loath to even stay on the court. Hardly a big loss. The net droops, the benches are peeling, and the rubber floor sticks to your pumps. Although you are fenced in on most sides, thankfully, you can still leave to the more agreeable outside dining areas to the northwest and north, or the garden path to the west.
  
  Beverly hops from foot to foot, waiting for a ball to come out of a serving machine at the other end of the court.
  
  Beverly smacks a ball across the court.
  
  > go west
  Serving as little more than a junction, the path here leads from the garden in the southwest to the outside dining area in the north and northeast. The club itself lies to the west and the tennis court to the east. To the southeast is the pool, but it is closed for the season.
  
  > Blackmail melissa about pills
  "Oh, Melissa," you say, smiling, "I was just talking to Roger Knowles, you know, primary shareholder of the club, the man with the power to make or break? Well, he had some of the most interesting things to say about, how did he put it, oh yes, 'junkies.' I just thought you might--"
  
  "Cut the crap, Julia, what do you want?" she says, her boldness replaced by anger.
  
  "Now, now. No need for such language," you say, enjoying your moment. "Just give me the film and no one need know your dirty little secret."
  
  "Fine, take it," she says, pulling a roll of film from her handbag and tossing it at you. With that, she stomps off from the garden. However, as she does, she calls back to you, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "But if you want the photo itself, you might want to talk to the person who's behind all this."
  
  "Who?" you ask, painfully aware of how little time is left until the banquet.
  
  "Who do you think? Who stands to gain the most by you and Frank splitting up? Besides Frank of course." And with that, she's gone.
  
  > examine the film
  Here it is: the film. Now you just need to get your hands on that photo and this whole mess will be over.