Interview
The journalist smiled as the blonde woman in the short red silk robe opened the door. "Come in... I guess you're Pete." "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, umm... Queen Cobra... obviously that's not your real name, so I'll call you... ?" "You'll call me Queen," she said, motioning for him to sit in a loveseat. She walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, and drew her legs up. "Remember the rules of this interview, Pete. You were never here. What you will write about will not contain...