Halfway to the basement, Diana felt a little strange and she saw some of those accompanying her looking dozy. She saw that Mike Peterson was wearing a...transparent gas mask. Furious, she attacked him even though the gas was affecting her. She tried to tear the mask from his face and then knew no more.***Diana slowly came to. Through the fog of long unconsciousness she heard a musical female voice saying softly and ironically, "Time to wake up, Diana."She opened her eyes. Her vision was a little. We were buying until the S&P 500 index hit two ninety. At that point, we systematically sold off our positions while at the same time we started to buy Put options for what we felt would be a sharp decline in the market. We had so much money that we were buying anything that we could. We bought in other countries because we couldn't find enough here on our exchanges. If you want to discuss the triggers that made us change our direction, it might answer your questions better or it might help us. "They're a bit stiff. And look how white they are. But they feel fine and I've already started exercising them," I said, pulling my squeeze ball out of my pocket.Then squeezing my ball in my left hand, I laid my right one on her arm and started feeding her my memories of the morning, all the way up to getting in the Suburban. I suspected she had thought I might just be teasing her about the morning's activities in our bedroom, so she was more than a little surprised as the scene played out."Oh!. ’ ‘Yeah,’ I muttered as I fumbled with the tab on my beer can. I had a hard time getting it open, but finally managed. I took a long swallow. Why didn’t it cool me off? ‘So, um, yesterday was your birthday?’ I said. My voice sounded hoarse. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘You get…ah…a lot of presents?’ I asked. ‘All kinds of stuff. Clothes and money mostly,’ she replied. ‘So how old are you?’ I asked. I clutched my beer can with both hands, I couldn’t stop it from shaking. Marya gave me a sexy smile. ‘I.