“Shift us to somewhere without people,” she begged.His rope slowly slipped through his glove as her extra weight pulled him down. He let go of whe...e he was and fell towards a place he formed in his imagination. His feet touched wet rock and he struggled to maintain his balance as he lowered her to the ground. They were in a small canyon that intersected a larger, deeper canyon. They were on top of the waterfall the small canyon’s steam made as it flowed into the larger canyon. The view was. The second thing I noticed was there were several hockey bags in the room. This was also not normal. None of the players were allowed to use the officials' room. They had their own changing rooms. I just shrugged it off, got around, got my stuff out as I normally did, and over the period of a half hour, got dressed. I headed out onto the ice as normal. My partner never showed up.I completed the first game alone without a problem. It was easy money. Rather than heading into the officials' room. Wecan't have you cheating on Mom." As opposed to being a plaything for a bunch of women I've never met."She squeezed my thigh and grinned. "Yeah but that's your job. Now do yawanna hear the rest of the story or are ready to tell me about yournight?" No no. You carry on."Suzi straightened up. "Where was I? Oh yeah. We played with thewaitresses for a while and then Maggie introduced the entertainment forthe evening. She announced them as exotic dancers Raquel and Abigail.These two really gorgeous. We see that there seems to be a few more women than men. A comprehensive census would reveal a ratio of seven to one. And we see that all of those women, and the handful of men, are in some way beautiful. That's not to say everyone is a statuesque Swedish model, but no one could be considered unattractive. And we see that everyone is wearing clothing that accentuates their bodies and flaunts what we would consider “private parts.” In this world, there is no such thing. And finally we notice.