“You’re fast.”“Quieter,” they whisper.I nod, “Right.”“Nervous?”“Definitely.”1:22Once my corset was removed, my dress did not fal... as expected, so they did something quite unexpected. With a sharp pull of each well-placed hand, the stitches over my shoulders popped apart perfectly. As the garment dropped, every bit of metal and wood was cushioned by the ample fabric and grandiose petticoat. “I’ll fix it while you’re out there.” I stood now in nothing but my underwear. They leaned toward me. He catches me before I make it into my room and pulls me to him. He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck and wraps his own tightly around my waist. I giggle and settle into the hug.“There,” he says. “See? What’s so bad about a little skin?” and he squeezes me tighter.I hug him back and he rubs his hands up and down my back, dancing me in a little circle. I relax and lean into him as he walks me backwards into the wall. He presses his body up against mine breathing heavily against my. Simple, until I began to consider the logistics of what she'd said. Right, trying to figure out how to do that, considering the required comfort of all participants so they all could experience the ultimate joy of helping to bring to fruition, the ultimate fantasy of another - well, I couldn't figure out how to make it work with just a simple bed. We had to have a 'contraption', purpose-built for each of the participants and integrated into a 'whole' (pardon the pun).Then, I remembered. I had known something was going to happen. It always did on such a day. Finally the rains had stopped and we were drying out.I was coming here with my friend Pamela. We were so often together these days. We spent a lot of our waking hours together when we were not with other friends or acquaintances. Pamela had insisted that we come together in case there was some kind of trouble. I was all for that. I needed her backup. I depended upon it.As we drew near the accident scene I was preparing what.