The Knights Rose
After dinner I had a special surprise for you. ‘Where are we going?’ you asked. ‘A nice little club,’ I replied turning down a long alleyway. ‘There’s a club here?’ you asked as we pulled into a small, back parking lot. ‘Not a lot of people know about it. It’s sort of a members only place.’ We walked up to a large, red, intricately carved, wooden door. I rapped three times on a large, iron knocker that was attached to the teeth of a bronze lion head. A small square in the door opened and a...