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The name she chose for her adventure, since all members assumed a totally fictitious name upon passing through the gates of the Villa di Dolore, was Yvette Delaune. A suitable name for the scene she had arrange as will shortly become clear. She had arrived late the night before. She had been shown to a solitary room where she'd had a light dinner and a carafe of very good Bordeaux. She'd watched an old 1940's movie, a wartime drama, to better put her in the mood and then retired with one of her favorite espionage novels for bedtime reading. As far back as she could remember stories of women in peril had sent a strange thrill through her, par