I could see the light from under the door go out, and I could hear her footsteps on the stairs. Finally, the handle to the door up into our attic-bedr...om turned. Before I shut my eyes, I looked at the clock, it said, 2:30 A.M. Shed been out longer than usual. Her steps on the padded stairs were anything but regular. I could hear her kind of giggle as she seemed to catch herself on the wallthe stairs were pretty steep and navigating them in high heels even harder. Of course, I didnt want her to. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with ideas that there's more to this world than a few hundred yards of otherworldly ground.That being said, I did approach the Zansasi on my first trip, that being the reason for coming at all, and ask about directions to a place of my imagination. A favorite story of mine.They didn't reply then (which I'm told they never do), and I've never heard. It took little time for her to come again and I rolled off, both of us nearly spent. Then I asked her what she had in mind for me to do while she and Rob were taking each others cherries.“You’ll see!” she said as she skipped off to her own bedroom for the night.The Friday of Homecoming weekend arrived. I suited up as a Limo Driver and waited until Candy was ready to go. We picked up Rob at his house in my ‘66 Continental Mark III and drove to the football game. It was a warm September night and. You are enjoying yourself to an unimaginable degree.After the bed stops bouncing and the guests have been sated, they follow you out of the room as they came...single file. As they head towards the door, they look at you with unbridled admiration. It's as if they are extras in a Hollywood film...and you are a kinky Warren Beatty. The door closes and you walk slowly back to the bedroom.I am still lying there, eyes closed, not making a sound. You look at me while you untie the ropes. I open my.