We call it Mabel. I don’t know why we call it Mabel but we do. Dad and I cleaned it and stuff during the afternoon so that it would look all sparkly...for the drive. Jen got to sit in the front this time but that’s okay because it was her birthday. I’ve had my turns sitting in the front but honestly I’m happy sitting in the back. I love driving around in that old car. It’s so wild. Dad drove us through the main parts of the town so that we could wave at all the people. I love doing that. Lots of. Naturally, he screamed, and the sound was heard by George and me. I grinned wickedly, forgetting that George couldn’t see me because his head was covered by that cloth sack.“Okay, one more time. What is George’s full name?”“No, I can’t tell you. He’ll kill me.”“Well, J, it looks like you will have to finish the job.” Mom grinned and grabbed his other ball. She pinched and dragged another piece of ice across his scrotum. Another scream rang out.“Okay, Rod, do you want us to start chopping off a. Once at platform-level, the escalator obediently stopped. Rebecca wondered if taking a step back would trigger the stairs into upward motion. Not wishing to find out, she picked up the bags and moved away, sitting down a safe 10’ distant. She hoped it was safe.At ground-level, the platform comprised a half-circle, possibly even greater than 180 degrees, given the wall’s slight curvature. Rebecca guessed the edge of the platform extended 100’ out from the palace in the middle; quite an. If it matters I’ve been on the flip side of that coin. Work sometimes sends me out of town for extended periods, and unless I hook up with somebody in a local chatroom, my nights are spent eating meals by myself at nearby restaurants, watching the occasional movie and hanging out in my hotel, maybe for a drink at the bar or a jerkoff session in my room.Heck, sometimes life works out that way even when I’m not traveling. That was my predicament one recent Saturday afternoon when I looked around.