What would like for a cocktail?"Liz Rouelle might have known from her moment of uncertainty that she was placing herself squarely in the hands and pla...s of her son and would be at that party. For one thing, Kevin made her too many martinis, and they drank for two hours instead of one while Liz told him about her drive to the beach, and she learned in her turn about many of the beach parties and dances and so forth that her son had attended for the past five years and about which he had never. With a now muted hearing I am commanded to lie down on my back. Luckily the grass is still somewhat warm from the early afternoon sun. As I lie there, I feel the ground moving with the activity of my captors. At first I feel ropes being firmly tied to my wrists, ankles, and knees. I then hear the pounding of multiple things into the ground all around me. The pounding finally stops. In a concurrent manner, my wrists are savagely pulled by the ropes until they are almost uncomfortably taut. I try. Now I was alone in the darkness with the bigass dust-ball floating in between my hands."Well shit, now what?" I absently thought back to Williamsport, wondering what I had gotten myself into.Then the dustball grew quickly, and not just grew big, the dustball grew so damn big so quickly, I thought it was going to crush me. The dust then grew grass trees, bushes, dirt roads, the lake and the two fishing ponds, and finished with a matching landscape of town, minus any man-made buildings"Whoa...". The last Equalist on record was Sephra, just 1,500 years after the gender wars, and she was executed for writing her lamentation poetry: Love's Equal Loss. It does seem cruel, executing someone for writing poetry about love..." Within a week, we'll be orbiting NBHX35, and the day after that, inside of it. I want to ask you something. What do you think would happen if we popped the slip bubble while we were inside?" Yikes! What a disaster! Don't worry, Brianna, it'll never happen. Once we're.