I couldn't, the smart boys and girls in the lab coats couldn't, the massive computational grids couldn't. The technical term the collective of Nobel p...ize winners, multiple patent holders and ground-breaking scientific prodigies had come up with was 'double glazing'.You can look, but you cannot touch. That space in between, that space beyond the abnormal space of the Plume that I could feel or 'see', wasn't even space they said. It was a medium, a conveyor, but not like the Plume. It was a kind. "Let's go," the one with his hand inside my bra said. "We got 'bout 40 minutes before the bell rings." He stood up and the others followed suit. I stayed seated debating on what I should do. The two guys closest to me decided for me as they both grabbed an arm and lifted me out of the chair.We marched in a single line through the lunch room with some people cheering, others clapping but most were yelling obscenities towards me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.Otis the janitor and I had an. She looks like she's starting to enjoy it. I don't want that. Finish undressing her. I want to see her cunt."I shuddered in fear and revulsion as Paul grasped the waistband of my underwear and slid them down off of my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood, naked now, in front of my new supervisor, the black man who now lived next door to me.He stared at me for a moment and then he sat up in his chair and crooked his finger, indicating that he wanted me to stand beside his. I light up a smoke and pass it to my husband as we talk and share our ideas of fun with a sexy young woman. It is a brisk night, waiting for the bus, and we just missed the last bus when we arrived at the stop. A sexy, slightly slutty, looking young lady walks up slowly. Her hair is long and dark and shines beautifully under the light of the summer moon. She quietly interrupts our conversation, "excuse me, can you tell me when the next bus comes"? My husband answers as we both glance over her.