<strong>Lady Beatrice -  the Other Tour</strong><br/><br/>“Wonderful!” Lady Beatrice proclaimed as she put her hands on the push bar of the emergency exit. “I’m afraid The Ritz was last season, dear girl.”<br/><br/>“Now Lovies, this is our que. Do make an effort to look frightened,” Lady Beatrice instructed as she gave it a hard shove.<br/><br/>Fire alarms in the whole building screamed for attention as the heavy double door swung open. The parking garage was filling up. It was then Lady Beatrice used her vocal talents.  An opera Primadonna  would weep with envy at the power and pure pitch of her voice.<br/><br/>“HHHHEEELLLLPPP!!!!   SSSAAAVVVEEEE  TTTTHHHHHEEEE WWWWWOOOMMMMEEEENNN AND TTTRRROOOOPPPPIIIICCAAALLL FFFIIIISSSHHHH!!”<br/><br/>For added effect Lady Beatrice placed the back of her hand on her forehead as if she might swoon. It was just the right moment. Heads turned. Men rushed toward the open door and the clutch of women exiting quickly from the building. Pandemonium reigned supreme as those coming on shift raced over.<br/><br/>They saw two women in men’s shirts holding up a third between them. Obviously these were special handle sluts who belonged to the top executes. The older woman with them was taking charge and directing assistance toward those who had yet to be evacuated. The training bag on one shoulder left no question in anyone‘s mind, the woman was a female trainer.<br/><br/>The horde converged on the women. Lady Beatrice stepped to the first and began shouting instructions.<br/><br/>“You young man!  Keep an eye on the door.”<br/><br/>“Yes, ma’am.”<br/>“You, man the fire hose!”<br/><br/>“Yes, ma’am.”<br/><br/>“You, take your team and rescue the rest!”<br/><br/>“Yes, ma’am.”<br/><br/>“I shall see to these,” Lady Beatrice insisted.<br/><br/>From somewhere in the mob there was that one voice of reason.  Wasn’t there always.<br/><br/>“HEY wait a minute!”<br/><br/>The crowd stalled.  Lady Beatrice turned that look that punched holes in steel girders directly on the forehead of the man speaking.<br/><br/>“Yes.”<br/><br/>“Well, uh… Where do you want we should take ’em?”<br/><br/>“Two kilometers North off the Ole Dairy Barn Lane as quickly as possible!  I shall have people waiting! Hurry! ” Lady Beatrice said with that tone of calamity prevented.<br/><br/>“RIGHT!!”<br/><br/>One word was all it took to move the crowd. Panicked cattle in a thunder storm did not bolt and race off as fast as these men. They ran each other over trying to pack into the door way at about the same time.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice spotted the long black sedan serpentine towards them.  She looked back with a reassuring smile to the young women.<br/><br/>“Our chariot await, quickly now!”  She said cheerfully as the sea of men parted to let them pass unhindered.<br/><br/>