9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses abutton.10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for awhile, then announce: “I have new socks on.”11)...WHEN the elevator is silent, look around andask: “Is that your beeper?”12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergencyphone.13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalkand announce to the other passengers: “This ismy personal space.”14) WHEN there’s only one other person in theelevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretendit wasn’t you.15) PUSH. ‘It’s this Friday.’ So we went. There were a lot of omens that night, and you might say that hindsight is twenty-twenty, but damn it why didn’t I heed those warnings? For starters, the moon was full and we all know a lot of bad things start with a full moon. Wasn’t the word lunacy is derived from the moon? My guts churned as I got into the back of Justin’s dull blue Honda and the skin on the back of my neck tingled as the car started forward. We passed an accident on the side of the highway on. I simply stood there as she worked to remove my clothes. First the dress and bustle pillow, then the corset cover, and finally the petticoats. She hung everything up in the wardrobe closet as she went. Down to my underwear, I started to feel the chill a little, so Betsy stoked the fire in the fireplace. Then she untied my corset laces and started to loosen them. When it was sufficiently loose, she separated the busk pieces at the front. I simultaneously felt relief, and fear. Relief from the. “Have any grass on ya?” she asked, smiling. “Sure” I replied. “You want to smoke one?” “Oh yeah” she said with a big smile. “I really enjoy getting a buzz.” I went to my stash and came back with a joint. Sitting down next to her I lit it. We shared tokes and since it was really good quality, we were soon both buzzed. “I really enjoy toking” she said, smiling at me. “The downside is it makes me really horny.” .