You've got to go toa fresh source besides yourself." Oh honey, please." Put the garter belt on and the stockings. Do you hear me!" Yes dear." I will h...ve to wait until she cools down I thought again asI strapped the garter belt around my hips."Here, roll the stocking up your legs."I rolled the nylon stockings up my legs while she instructed me andattached them to the garters. Next she brought out a waist cincher,fastened it around my waist and pulled it tight."I can't breath." I gasped in. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But to get up and walk around, as if nothing had happened, seemed a violation of that sanctity. (Until then, my idea of sanctity had been maintaining the silence of that floor of. ”The strange voice said, “Stop. Settle down. Breathe. Deeply. I’m not going to kill you. Quite the opposite. I’m going to tell you how to live. How to stay alive. Do you want to live, young lady? You can nod.” I nodded.“Why do you put yourself in danger? Why do you take chances by being provocative, alone, defenseless?”I shook my head. What was the big deal? Then, as they spoke, I thought, seriously, about what they were saying. I paid attention, letting the fear take a back seat while they. I know I should get out more often, but riding by yourself is not much fun. Do you ride a lot?" she asked."As often as I can", he replied. "As a matter of fact the group I ride with headed the way you came about ten to fifteen minutes ago. We had just completed a fifty plus ride. I stop here for a bit of a breather before I start the ride home, it is a bit of a climb, not over the top but it is a climb"."Fifty kilometres", she gasped. "Fuck I could never do that"."Neither did I", he replied. "I.