.. nothing. No guidance. No permission, or lack thereof. Apparently, it was all up to me whether I went to Rachel's birthday party, and what would hap...en there.Now you know why men go crazy when there's a woman in their lives.It sort of sounded like she might be telling me that she wouldn't throw me out if I ... did ... something. By the same token, if I did ... something ... it might cause the coaster car to come off the tracks.Rather than have a mental breakdown, I held up my hand."I need to. Again I hated myself for wanting to look good to people who wanted tosee me hurt.The boss said," Pick your instrument,"I started toward the table then noticed the chair was missing and in it'splace was a pair of shower clogs about three feet apart and what lookedlike small dog collars attached to a rope coming down from a pulley in theceiling.The rope went to a boat cleat on the wall.This was new and frightening. I said with a quaver in my voice," Where isthe chair?"My Boss said," For. ‘But you did say something about fucking in the dressing room.’ Of course I had to dish all the juicy details about how he first came in the fitting room just to slide his finger into my panties, and then how he pinned me up against the wall to feel me up my dress, and then how I willing bent over the chair for him to take me from behind. ‘Oh, tell me that really didn’t happen!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, it did,’ I said as a nodded in a mock smug way. ‘And our initiation to the Mile High Club. In a. Those fuckers wanted to run. Without us. Everyoneoutside stranded for good. Not just me and my buddies. But all the work-crews still outside. That's the last I saw of Betty. Not sure if she madeit to safety. Don't even know what it was that had attacked her. I hadother problems. Namely chunks of metal raining onto the station.Earthquake in space. Always a fun ride. Except not!With Betty gone we tried to hurry as deep into the station as possible.Which sadly wasn't very far. Something big.