October 6, 2022
This is the first
chapter of a three-part story from my book Magic Carpet Ride titled
the Halloween Party from Hell.
Part Two will appear
next week and Part Three the week after that.
Rick Archer
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BOOK
NINE,
CHAPTER
ONE HUNDRED
HALLOWEEN PARTY
FROM HELL
Written by Rick
Archer
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OCTOBER
1981
VICTORIA LEAVES ME
HANGING
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There is an old
saying... "Experience is a comb life throws you after you
have lost your hair." By the time I was
finished with the 1981 Halloween Party from Hell, I was
completely bald.
The arrival of
October put me in a very bad mood. With regret I
observed the
two
year anniversary of Doorstep Night. Allowing Victoria
through my door that night had turned
into my worst mistake ever. I had spent all of
1980 and 1981 waiting on the sidelines while Victoria
vacillated between me and Michael. During this time Victoria
had kept me around as her fall-back boyfriend in case her
ex-husband Michael rejected her overtures to reunite.
Victoria and I had spent
1981 slowly drifting apart when
Victoria's beloved therapist Charlotte
passed away in the summer.
With Charlotte
deceased, I was suddenly
important again.
I was willing to accept the responsibility, but wondered if
it was a hopeless task. When
things were going good with Michael, I did not exist.
However, with every setback, Victoria wasted no time coming
to me for solace. Invariably she would drop hints that
maybe I was the guy for her after all.
Appalled at the mere suggestion, I would shake my head and
gently remind her
we had been through this before.
Then I would
swiftly change her focus back to Michael and gently nudge
Victoria back in his direction.
Afterwards I would be full of despair because I knew the
slightest wrong move on my part could unravel everything.
In the past even the slightest hint I was considering
leaving Victoria had thrown her totally off kilter. I know this is a strange thing to say, but as
long as Victoria believed she had me as her backup option,
she found the courage to continue the fragile peace process
with her skeptical ex-husband. For this reason alone,
I stuck to my guns on remaining faithful. But that did
not mean I was happy about this endless wait.
As things stood
here in October, Victoria had made up her
mind to reconnect with her former husband Michael.
However she
was facing a monumental task. Persuading Michael
to forgive her had proven very difficult. Knowing full well those scars and hurt feelings
presented a formidable obstacle, Victoria's courage was
very fragile, especially since progress was maddeningly
slow.
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When would my
Limbo Captivity end?? Due to my status
at the dance studio, I knew twenty women I could ask out.
However, but my hands were tied till Victoria made her decision. The crazy thing is that
my celibacy was completely voluntary. I could have
walked away from Victoria anytime I wanted, but the success
of her Reconciliation meant more to me than my longing for a
real
girlfriend.
Although I had my doubts whether
Victoria could regain Michael trust or not, for the most part I believed a reunion with
Michael was in the cards. But when?? Fearful of upsetting
the applecart, so far I managed to avoid temptation. However
I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.
Right now my
loneliness was killing me. There was only minimal progress on Victoria's
Reunion Tour and the whole thing could blow up at any
moment. Victoria was trying to rebuild trust with Michael, but the damage was
so great there were inevitable ups and downs. I imagine both
of them were terrified of getting hurt again, so understandably
they were
taking things slow. Or maybe I should say 'snail's
pace'. At the rate they were
going, I might be too old to reproduce by the time they got it right.
Since I had absolutely nothing better to do, I decided to
concentrate on preparing for my fourth annual Halloween Party.
I stayed busy and tried to forget about my problems. Victoria had promised me to help me with the
Halloween Party. However, to my surprise,
as the date of the party
approached,
Victoria was no longer sure she would participate.
Considering Victoria had been the heart and soul of the previous
three parties, this took me off guard. But maybe her
sudden reluctance was a good sign. Was this the
moment I had
been waiting for? Was Limbo Captivity about to end?
The thought of finally regaining my freedom was so delicious I could barely contain myself. Three days before the party,
the phone rang. It was Victoria.
"Rick, please don't
be upset with me, but I
won't be
at the party this year."
I gasped. This was a
good
omen, quite possibly the light at the end of the tunnel
guiding me to freedom.
For Victoria to miss this party surely meant the time of our
long-awaited parting was growing short.
I had mixed feelings. After all, my past three
years had been wrapped around this woman.
There had been good times, but more often there was the
neverending drama. Despite some twinges of unexpected sadness, I was okay with
Victoria's decision to skip the party.
This party could very well serve as my declaration of Freedom.
But first I had to pretend that I was going to miss her.
Victoria always needed to be sure I would be there to catch her if
Michael changed his mind about getting back together.
"I know you love
Halloween as much as I do. If it is Michael you are
worried about, bring him with you to the party, I won't mind. [total
fib]"
"No way.
There are too many hard feelings for that to work and you know
it.
I really want to be at this party, but I think all the
progress I have made with Michael would be lost forever.
Too many times in the past I have chosen the studio and you over Michael
and I can't take any more chances. I hope you understand."
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Holy Smokes!
At first I gulped at the thought of supervising this big party
by myself. But then I steeled myself.
Oh well, no matter.
I shrugged and told myself I could handle it on my own. Even
better, maybe I could have some fun for a change.
"Yes,
Victoria, of course
I understand,
but it will be strange running the party on my own.
After all, you were
instrumental in organizing our first three Halloween parties."
"You're right,
the Halloween Party is my baby. It
breaks my heart to skip this one, but Michael would go
ballistic if I didn't stay with him. I can't risk antagonizing him at this
stage. He wants to go to some boring party with his hospital
friends and I said I would go. Oh boy, lots of doctors
with gruesome fake blood smeared on their scrubs. How
imaginative."
I smiled
hopefully. Does this
mean I have my freedom back? I immediately thought of Bob Job.
He
had guaranteed his Strange Brew would liven things up, but
so far I had said no because Victoria said it was a bad idea. However, now that I could do
things my own way, I might just give him a call. At that exact moment, Victoria
read my mind.
"By the way,
Richard, I am
counting on you to behave. Don't you dare let Bob get
everyone drunk. And I expect you to honor
our understanding. Don't you dare touch another woman during this delicate time! I cannot bear
the stress of dealing with any more problems than I have
already. Do I have your word?"
Damn her! I hesitated. Do I break free or
do I reassure her? Crossing my
fingers for King's X, I replied, "Don't worry, Victoria, I will be on my best
behavior."
Like hell I would.
'Experience
is a comb Life throws you after you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
HIRING THE
ENTERTAINMENT
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Astrologically,
October is supposed to be my time of
year. As a Scorpio, I am supposed to be fascinated
with the Occult and the Hidden Side of things. That is definitely true. In
particular I love Halloween. While most people prefer Christmas,
I prefer Halloween.
I get a
big kick out of the costumes, the
monsters and the legends. As a result,
making the SSQQ Halloween Party
special has always been a
heart-felt labor
of love.
Now that
Victoria had removed her shackles, I had free rein to
do things my way. I asked myself
what I could do to make this year's party amazing. In
a flash I had the perfect solution... I should hire Glen's
sexy jazz dancers to perform at my party!
Glen Hunsucker
was important to me in two ways. To begin with, he had
been my dance teacher for the past three years. In
addition, he was my landlord. Without any warning, two
years ago my former boss Lance Stevens had thrown me out of
his dance studio. I had two weeks to find a new place
for 500 dance students. Talk about a jam! By
coincidence (there's that word again) Glen had just moved
into his new (and quite expensive) studio. His new
studio had three large dance rooms, but I noticed so far he
only used one of them at night. Glen had told me he hoped
to expand gradually, but I had a better idea.
"Glen, how
about you let me move my Country-Western program into your
studio and let me have those two rooms that go empty every
night? My rent will solve your financial problems."
As it turned
out, I was the answer to his prayer at the same time he was
the answer to my prayer. With his rent eating him
alive, Glen welcomed the merger. I was saved!
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Glen lived for his jazz dance company. In addition to
being a gifted dancer in his own right, Glen took great
pride in training his youthful dance company comprised of
high school seniors and college students. Glen was a
marvelous choreographer whose talented dancers reflected his
creativity. My only regret was not seeing Glen himself
dance in his shows. Glen preferred not to
perform in his shows for fear he would dominate his
protégés. Although he was right, I selfishly
wished Glen would change his mind. Glen was by far the
best male dancer I ever saw.
Ever since I
moved to Dance Arts a year ago, at least one
night a week I would hang around after my classes ended to watch the
dancers rehearse for their next show. There were some
exceptionally attractive women in Glen's dance company.
I loved to adore them from afar. I was 30 at the time.
Due to the ten-year difference in our ages, they were too
young for me to consider dating. However, they were
definitely old enough for me to appreciate. In addition to ogling Glen's lovely young
ladies during rehearsal, I had been to several of their
performances. The dancing of these well-curved
nymphets knocked my
socks off.
These girls were so
sexy I often wished I could treat my C&W students to a
show. Indeed, Glen's jazz dancers were totally
amazing, but I was the only one who knew this. Since
their performances were held at gay bars,
it was impractical to invite my students to see the company perform. Nor
had they seen them practice at Dance Arts.
To begin with, Glen's rehearsals took place after my classes
finished at 9 pm. In addition, Glen closed the door to
Room One to ensure privacy.
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In awe of their
talent, I wanted my students to see how electric Glen's
dance company was. Why not hire them to perform at the
Halloween Party? However, Victoria said no.
Despite her undying love for Glen, Victoria advised against
bringing the dance company to a studio party. Victoria thought Glen's
choreography was too suggestive and the costumes too skimpy.
Victoria had a point. Glen was from the Vegas school when it came to
performing. Glen believed in making it flashy and
enticing. The best way to describe his dance
performances was 'hot hot hot'. And that was an
understatement. Glen believed in revealing
costumes and highly suggestive routines. He explained
many of his
dancers hoped to make a living as professionals dancers.
If so, it was in their best interest to get used to provocative dancing
in skimpy skin-tight outfits. Start them young, the sooner
they could shed their inhibitions.
Despite
Victoria's misgivings, I knew those dancers would be a
sensation at my party. Glen had started his dance
company about the same time as I moved in. Since the
company was new, they had no reputation. Over the past
year, Glen had complained to me about his trouble finding
enough bookings to keep the dancers busy. If too much
time elapsed between acts, their focus would dwindle.
His bellyaching is what gave me the idea to ask Glen to let his company to perform at my Halloween Party.
However, first I had to
get Glen's permission to even hold this year's party. As expected, a huge
frown crossed his face when I brought up the subject.
"Another
Halloween Party? Rick Archer, are you out of your
mind? Have you forgotten what happened last
year?"
I instantly
turned pale white. Glen was referring to the Dance Wax
episode, one of the worst mistakes of my life. It was
October 1980. I had just moved in with my C&W program
and the adjustment period had been a bit rocky.
Having a studio full of young female dancers wearing
form-fitting jazz tights had quite an effect on the grown
men in my Western classes. For a while there, the men
had acted like this was their first visit to a nudist
colony. After Glen complained, I had to remind the
guys to knock it off. Once the men learned to keep a
discrete distance and not pant quite so openly when the
girls walked by, the awkwardness dissipated. Everyone
got used to everyone and we were in the process of becoming
one big happy family. Unfortunately, holding dance
parties had never been discussed before. To my dismay,
when I asked Glen if I could hold a Halloween Party, he was
very skeptical. After much persuasion, Glen finally said
okay, but only if I agreed to his conditions.
"You
will have to pay
extra rent and you will
need to bring in your own sound equipment.
You will make sure the studio
is clean afterwards and that all the decorations
come down the next day.
Otherwise this will be your last party."
On the night of
the 1980 Halloween Party, a visitor begged me to
let him
use some dance wax he
had brought along. This was a new request.
I knew absolutely nothing
about dance wax. I had never heard
of it before or how it
was supposed to be used. Back
when I worked at Stevens of Hollywood, whenever
my group went dancing, we would leave the studio and go to
some club. As a result, I knew nothing
about how to care for a dance floor.
I looked at the man and decided
the idea of dance wax didn't sound dangerous.
This seemed like an innocent request, so
I said sure, go ahead and use it.
Then I walked away to
attend to my next
Halloween Party chore. To make his girlfriend happy,
the man
sprinkled the entire contents from
two cans across the floor.
Only one problem. This guy did
not know anything about
dance wax!! We
instantly discovered this
dance wax was murder. The wax coated the entire
floor with a surface so slick we could have played ice hockey in
there. What a nightmare!!
Unable to dance without fear of
falling down, everyone complained.
Ordinarily a little dance wax is useful for
sliding your feet in Western dancing, but this was ridiculous.
People
were even having trouble standing up! Soon my
ears were burning. You have no idea how many people chewed me out.
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Sick to my stomach,
I got
out a broom and swept the stuff up.
It did no good. The damn stuff was
glued to the floor. With no idea what the
antidote was, the dance wax effectively killed my party an
hour early. I watched helplessly as my guests shrugged their
shoulders and took off. I was fit to be tied. After everyone left, I got a mop and worked over the
entire floor. It did
not do a bit of good. I did not
have a clue how to get
this wax off the floor. After two hours of
futility, I was
exhausted. Well past midnight,
I decided I had no choice but give up and
go home.
A few hours later I was awakened by a phone call.
It was Glen calling on a Sunday
morning. The moment I
answered, he started screaming at me about the dance wax!!
Glen was furious that I had ruined his
floor. His jazz dancers were
there for rehearsal, but they were completely unable to dance.
Jazz dancing requires quick stops and changes of direction.
Each time a dancer would
try to plant
her
foot, her foot would keep going. With
absolutely no traction, the dancers were afraid of hurting themselves, much less being able to dance.
My mistake had
caused a fiasco!
Glen's
immediate solution was to move his rehearsal to the backroom where I
held my classes. Although
the room was much too small, at least this
floor had no wax in it.
On Monday morning, Glen hired a man to get the wax up professionally. The
bill (which of course I had to pay) was over $500.
That bill really stung. That was a
lot of money for me in those early days of my career.
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However, the
clean-up money was nothing compared to the psychic pain.
I stayed in Glen's doghouse for an entire year over that incident.
He
reminded me of my stupidity at least once a month.
And now that I was asking permission to hold another party, Glen was
angry all over again. For a good ten minutes Glen raked
me over the coals. He made me beg, crawl, and plead before he
finally relented to let me use the studio again.
However he added that if I screwed again, I could begin looking for a
new home. I had meant to
bring up the subject of hiring his dancers, but Glen was so grouchy I
decided to take Victoria's advice and not say a word.
Two small
coincidences changed everything. First Victoria said
she was not coming to this year's party. Second, I had
a private dance lesson with Glen the following morning.
to my surprise,
he complained again about the problem of finding bookings.
Hmm. Funny Glen should bring that up at the exact
moment Victoria was not around to issue her veto. If I
did not know better, I had just been given an omen! Besides, I was not a kid anymore.
I had reached the age where my brain went from saying "I
really shouldn't do that" to "what the hell, let's
see what happens."
"Hey, Glen, I
have an idea. Why don't you let me hire your dance
company to perform at this weekend's Halloween Party?"
To my surprise, Glen
hesitated.
"I wish you
had asked sooner, Rick. However, I like your idea. I think I can make this
work. First I'll have to see who is free to appear
on short notice. Stick around after your classes
tonight and I will ask my dancers who can free up their
Saturday evening for a 15 minute performance. Most
of them are starving artists, so I imagine they will appreciate
getting paid as a reward for all the practice they've
put in. Unfortunately, I have another engagement
that night, so I won't be there myself. Don't
worry, they'll show up. My dancers are pros.
You can count on them to put on a good show."
Later that night
Glen tracked me down in the hallway to say six of his
dancers had agreed to perform, one man
and five women. And yes, since I asked, they would
perform two Jungle Fever numbers. He said to look for
them to arrive around 10:45 pm. That's all he said, so I
left it at that. I was excited.
This would be my first chance to see these pretty girls dance
the new routine in
costume. I fully expected the
performance would bring down the house. And so it did!
But not quite the way I expected it to.
'Experience
is a comb Life throws you after you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
ONE STEP CLOSER TO
DISASTER
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In previous
chapters, I offered a slew of reasons why I had
every right to thoroughly dislike Bob Job. To
refresh your memory, here is what I said.
"Why do I like
Bob Job? I asked myself that question all the time.
Bob was smarter than me. Bob was funnier than me.
Bob made more money than me. Bob beat me at chess.
Bob was sarcastic and liked to give me a hard time.
Bob pointed out he had plenty of girlfriends while I was
stuck with useless you-know-who. Bob forced me to see
two of the worst movies ever filmed, Travolta's fake sequel
(Urban Cowboy) and Travolta's real sequel
(Staying Alive). Twice he
got me more drunk than at any other time in my life. Seriously, to this day
I don't why I kept him around."
In other words, Bob was the worst best friend of all time
and he knew it. Moreover, he
knew he had let me down in the past. So guess what he did
to make amends? Bob promised he would deliver
the BEST HALLOWEEN PARTY OF ALL TIME! And
stupid me, I believed him. Consequently, the moment
Victoria opened the door with her absence,
my next phone
call went to Bob Job, the Mad Scientist.
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"Hey, Bob, do
you remember saying you have a great
idea on how to
improve this year's Halloween party?"
Bob replied, "I
am so glad you asked! Back in college
I was always in charge of mixing the brew for
my frat parties.
You will be pleased. I can mix a wicked punch!"
Just what I wanted to hear! "Oh really? Tell
me more!"
"My
strange brew will
definitely liven things up.
You have obviously forgotten that I am a master chemist.
Thanks to my amazing ability to add the right
ingredients in the correct ratio to the punch, I can
assure you with complete confidence my skill will make
this the best party you have ever thrown."
Bob was singing my
song!
Caught up in his enthusiasm,
I was convinced this was a great idea.
With little thought to the consequences, I gave him
carte blanche to go about his mission.
And so my rash decision to put Bob in charge of
the punch had just paved the way for the Halloween
Party From Hell.
'Experience
is a comb Life throws you after you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
BOYS WILL BE BOYS
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Victoria's sudden
withdrawal had opened the door for my unchecked impetuosity.
During my two years of
Limbo Captivity,
my dance studio had grown by leaps and bounds for a very
curious reason. How do I say this without being too
offensive? I was the kid in the candy store.
Left to my own devices, over the past two years I very well
could have frittered my time away playing the field.
However, my Captivity kept me in check. The absence of
a functioning girlfriend had created vast amounts of free
time which I used to grow my program with laser-beam focus.
So far 1981 had been my
Brightest Day, the most successful year of my career. Following
this tidal wave of
success, I wanted my Halloween
Party to be the absolute grand triumph. Who needs Victoria?
I would use this party to prove I could drive this car just
fine without Victoria's help. And so, lacking Victoria's wisdom
to curb my ambition,
I used my sudden freedom to match Bob's Wicked Wizard Punch with
my Jungle Fever surprise.
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Back when I was 8, the
movie Hercules Unchained had made a big impression on
me. Hercules drinks from a magic spring and is hypnotized by a
harem girl. He loses his memory and becomes the weakling
plaything of a wicked Queen. Of course at the end of the movie
Hercules remembers who he is. Freed from the shackles of his
mind, Hercules goes on a rampage and slays all the bad guys.
Due to my prolonged
thirst, I was more than ready to go on a rampage of my very own.
Victoria's departure had opened the cage. I was free to indulge my long-awaited desire to chase
women. Although I
promised myself I had no
intention of chasing women at the party, this was self-deception at
its worst. Deep down, I was dying to let loose. Despite
Victoria's invisible strings, I saw no reason why I couldn't
at least scout for future girlfriends given the circumstances, maybe
line up a few prospects for the much-anticipated Liberation Day sure
to be just around the corner.
It's my party and
I'll do what I want! Rick Unchained! Coming as a
footloose and fancy free Sailor Boy, I planned to dance with
abandon, flirt at every opportunity, do whatever I
please.
At first I had been
nervous, but now
I tingled with excitement at
running the party alone for the first time. I wanted to prove
to myself I could throw a successful Halloween Party without Victoria's help.
What was there to worry about? Put up
the decorations and get the music ready! What else did I have
to do? Not much really. Figuring the
Halloween Party would pretty much run itself, I decided to
concentrate on having fun. As one can imagine, my frivolous attitude
was dangerous. I was far
more interested in having a good time than I was in being a
responsible studio owner who keeps a careful eye on
the proceedings. Which is another way of saying
the party lacked adult supervision.
Oh, one more thing.
Without Victoria
around, I was free to drink as much as I wanted.
'Experience is a comb Life throws you after
you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
THE PARTY BEGINS
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Bob insisted he was taking his role as Brew Master very seriously. I gave
him a hard time and said he was exaggerating as usual.
However, it turned out Bob was not kidding. Bob was
really good at this.
Bob
had found the perfect costume for the occasion. Dressed as
the Mad Wizard with cloak and conical Magician's hat, Bob
certainly looked the part as he stirred his concoction. Bob
cleverly added dry ice to give his work the appearance of a
mystical Wizard's Potion. The resulting illusion was
quite
impressive. The eerie smoke emanating from the
Wizard's Cauldron added to the illusion of a magical,
mystical Strange Brew.
Nor did it hurt
that Carol, Bob's attractive date, served as his Magician's
Assistant. At the start of the party, everyone got in line so Carol could ladle
up the brew with a big smile. Carol stayed busy because
there were plenty of people ready to give the punch a try.
As Carol filled each person's cup, with an evil wink she
warned them to watch out, Bob was trying to poison the
entire party. Then she would cackle....
Bwha ha ha ha!
Carol's remark
was very ironic. No
truer words had ever been spoken. And so the ensuing bacchanalia
beckoned.
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Typically dance
parties take their time to warm up. Not tonight.
Bob's Strange Brew
worked like a charm. Thanks to the Wicked Wizard
Punch, the party quickly burst into animation.
Throughout the night, Bob hovered over his Wizard's Cauldron
making sure there was an ample supply for everyone. Bob's
concoction not only tasted delicious, it had our guests
smiling from the get-go. Bob was beaming from head to
toe. As well he should. Bob was the star of the
night! Everyone was having such a blast, they wasted no time
misbehaving. We
danced, we laughed, we carried on, we made complete fools of
ourselves. The costumes were amazing, the women were
beautiful, one of the men came dressed as a hopeful sperm cell, the music was great, the dance floor was mobbed,
the party was perfect.
Gosh we were having fun!
We were young and bold with a night ahead that promised
great adventure.
"Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd
never end. We'd sing and dance forever and a
day..."
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There was an
interesting sub-plot to the party. As I have said, we
had a cast of characters at the studio that rivaled anyone
the script writers of Cheers could come up
with. One of those characters was a lawyer named Jim
Fogo. He was a very unique guy. Jim insisted we call him 'Fogo'.
He said no one had ever forgotten his name because he was
the only 'Fogo' in the Universe. Come to think
of it, he was probably right about that.
Fogo brought his
camera along to the party. As it turned out, this was
a wonderful break for me. Fogo's photographs would later allow me to
chronicle the incredible events of the night.
Based on
cursory observation, I concluded Fogo loved to chase
women. And he was good at it. To begin with, Fogo was a consummate BSer. I never met anyone
quicker with a line than Fogo. However, it was his
skillful use of
the camera that impressed me the most. As Jim
explained it, women love to get their pictures taken.
Even better, beautiful women in
costumes find cameras IRRESISTIBLE.
Fogo used his
camera to track the two most beautiful women at the party
all night long. One was Liz, the Gypsy in red. The
other was Cynthia, the Angel in white. Wherever these
two ladies
went, Jim was right there taking their pictures.
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Prior to the
party, I created a long preprogrammed tape of music which
played on endless loop. This was a good move because
it freed me from DJ duty. Untethered to the music, I was able
to roam around and look for trouble. Trust me, I had no difficulty finding it. To begin with, I was first in line for Wizard Bob's Magic Punch. In
practically no time at all, I was toast. By the time I
made my second visit, I had lost all interest in being a
respectable host. All I wanted to do was indulge
myself and have fun.
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The women at
this party were so attractive. Wherever I turned,
there was another beauty to capture my heart. At all
times, my promise to Victoria was somewhere in the back of my mind. However,
I figured if I drank enough, I could overlook my vow to
behave by the end
of the evening.
Seriously, what could Victoria do
about it if I chose to indulge in guilty pleasure? Leave
me? Oh gee, what a threat! Nevertheless, I
somehow managed to keep my hands to myself. It was not
easy, but I kept my distance during the early evening.
However, as the evening wore on, that distance grew shorter
and shorter. The distance grew especially short when
an exceptionally beautiful woman named Liz asked me to
dance.
Maybe it was
Bob's Magic Punch fueling my imagination, but Liz
seemed to take a shine to me. Be still my beating
heart! Liz was not just
beautiful, she was brilliant. She was head nurse
of her unit at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the
city. When it came to Liz, I had definitely met my
match. Beauty, brains, sexy as all get-out.
I continued to dance with other women and circulate through
the party, but my eyes returned to Liz all night long.
'Look but Don't Touch'? Give me a break. I had a sneaking suspicion my
two years abstinence were about to come to an end tonight.
My virtue had never been in more peril.
For the first
two hours, the Halloween Party was a spectacular success.
Truth be told, if things had ended at 11 pm,
the 1981 Party would have gone down as our best
Halloween Party ever. Everything was perfect.
But then the Downfall began.
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OCTOBER
1981
JUNGLE FEVER
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At 10:45, a
young man named Keith found me on the dance floor. He
and the five girls were here for the performance. The time had
come for my big surprise. Aha!
I was about to satisfy my longtime desire to share
Glen's fabulous dance company with my students. Not
would their performance thrill my crowd, it would help
build the reputation of Glen's dance company. I was
dying to give something back to this man who had been so
good to me.
In particular, I
wanted to see Glen's latest dance number, the one he
referred to as 'Jungle Fever'. I had seen the
dancers rehearse several times over the past month, but they
always dressed in leotards, never in costume. This was
such an incredible number that I was dying to see it
performed in costume. As luck would have it, here was
my big chance.
Some people say what you
don't know won't hurt you. Nonsense. Victoria's
instincts told her two things that had never occurred to me
in my life. One, she believed some of our men were too
immature to handle the allure of Glen's female dancers if they decided to
turn it on. Two, she was certain our women would be
royally irritated if the female dancers came dressed in their highly
revealing outfits. But did she tell me this? No.
Due to her silence, I had to discover these problems the hard
way. Incidentally, learning things the Hard Way
is my specialty. First the Dance Wax, now this.
Unfortunately,
men don't always see things the same way women do. I
knew for a fact that my guys would go out of their
minds with joy if I shared this vision of glory. I would
be the most popular guy in history for bringing these
stunning women before their eyes. Besides, I wanted
to see the girls perform for my own selfish reason.
These women turned me on! It's my party and
I'll do what I want!!
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After letting me know the girls were here,
he handed me the music for the performance. Then Keith
asked for the key to Glen's office so the girls could
change in there. Rather than give him the key, I followed Keith to the office and let the
girls in. When they said they would be
ready in five minutes, I raised an eyebrow. What I did
not realize is their outfits were under their clothes.
All they had to do was take their outer garments off.
To my surprise, they disrobed right in front of me. I
gasped. Good grief, these girls wore the skimpiest outfits I had
ever seen!
Oh shit, now I
understood what Victoria had objected to. But it was
too late now. I went back out to announce to the crowd that
I had a big surprise for them. Fortunately, the girls
had brought large white robes like one might wear to a hotel
swimming pool. Wearing their robes, Keith and the five women walked into
the Big Room to
perform for us. The unsuspecting crowd of 125 parted to make room.
As he passed by,
Keith said he would signal when to start the music. The
six dancers went to a
corner on the far side of the room and dropped their robes.
The moment the guests realized Keith and the five ladies
were almost completely naked, a collective gasp filled the
room. The moment I saw the startled reaction of the
audience, I took a deep gulp. I'm not sure why, but I
suddenly had a very bad premonition about this.
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Can you spell
"D-E-B-A-U-C-H-E-R-Y"? Right from the get-go, these
girls danced with wild abandonment, giving frenzied merit to
the Jungle Fever concept. My eyes were
wider than saucers. I had no idea those girls had such
amazing bodies! And their jazz dancing was awesome. My guests were treated to some truly spectacular dance
entertainment Halfway into the routine, the girls
really turned it on. This is when their
jazz dancing veered into dangerous territory. With every curve of
their perfect bodies on display, we were treated to the most uninhibited display of
raw erotic sensuality I had
ever seen on a dance floor. The dancing was not
vulgar, but it was definitely lurid.
The men could not believe how wild these girls were.
To begin with, the girls were so confident of their figures,
they were not at all modest. Their skimpy outfits left
nothing to the imagination and the guys loved it.
The men were practically falling over
each other to get a better view. With great
bodies and reckless dancing, the girls' effect on
inebriated men
was nothing short of lethal. Shocked to see
beautiful girls move in such sensual ways,
the men were totally in lust. Some guys were so
aroused they shouted cat-calls and invited the girls to
remove what little they had on. I was stunned.
Unfortunately
the women in the audience had the exact opposite reaction. They were
not pleased to see the women perform. From the moment
the girls dropped their robes, the female guests shot me one disapproving glance after another. If
looks could kill!
Swept up in the performance, I really didn't care what the
women thought. I was far too mesmerized by the
skill of
each dancer.
They were poetry in motion. Although the women
were in shock at the tantalizing outfits, I had never
seen more grateful men in my life. There were no
chairs, so some people stood against the wall while others
sat on the floor. The men quickly
pushed the women to the back of the pack so they could
get front row views. These dancing girls were
unbelievably attractive!
The six dancers put on quite a show, maybe even too good.
Their dancing was vivid, suggestive,
and
arousing. The girls shimmied
their chests, shook their hips,
and gyrated with abandonment. Glen had
told me he meant
for his Vegas-style dancing to be sexy and provocative.
Judging from the male reactions, Glen succeeded. The men were panting with
desire. This was the night
I discovered what happens when you mix Wicked Wizard Punch
with Wicked Wanton Dancing Girls. To my undying
shame, the men grew even bolder as they screamed their heads off with wolf
calls and howls.
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By the time
the first number was over, the
men were barely hanging onto any semblance of
self-control. Too many
bouncing breasts. Too many long legs. Too
many bare
waists and inviting smiles. These girls were so sexy that every
guy in the place was turned on.
The
disapproving women
had moved to the back while the inebriated men made their way to the
cheering section in front. They sat on the floor right
in front of the girls, some as close as five feet away. The moment the
men started howling
like wolves, the situation became very uncomfortable.
Seeing the men scream their heads off with unabashed lust, I
wondered how I would ever regain
control of the moment. I also noticed how shocked the
wives and dates were at the men's shameful titty-bar
behavior. Filled with panic,
I got up to turn
on the lights. However, the girls beat me to the
punch.
They were
supposed to dance a second number, but instead Connie, the
leader, ordered the other four girls to cut their performance short
and follow her.
"Forget
the goddamn robes!" Connie screamed. "Head for the door!
Run, damn it!"
To everyone's
surprise, right in the middle of wild, raucous applause, the five
women sprinted across the room to safety. Keith was taken
aback, but he grabbed the white robes and followed
right behind. These girls weren't stupid. Based
on our reaction
to the Jungle Fever number, I think
they were frightened by their overwhelming effect on
drunken men. In addition, I think the girls felt
trapped. Surrounded by a panting throng of men, their
only exit was at the far end of the room. With their
backs to the wall, there would be no escape if things got
out of hand. Noticing the blatant lust of the mob, they decided
to get the hell out of there while they still could.
Connie was in her mid-20s,
but the other girls were much younger. One girl was a high
school senior and the other three were college age.
Previously these young ladies had only performed on remote
stages in gay bars where the men were not quite so
vulnerable to their ample charms.
I hate to say it, but my drunken mob was a first for
the younger ones. I doubt these ladies had
ever realized the full effect of their gorgeous bodies and
dancing ability on the libido of drunken heterosexuals.
Several men were close enough to grab them if they chose to.
It must have been very intimidating. Connie was
smart. By telling to the girls to run, they were gone before
their admirers could express their appreciation by grabbing
them.
Once out of the
room, Connie told the four girls to go straight to the cars.
She and Keith stayed behind to collect the clothes, then
they left too. But not before Connie chewed me out big
time.
"What the fuck did you get us into!! Glen is going
to be really pissed!"
First the Dance
Wax, now this. I was in serious trouble.
'Experience
is a comb Life throws you after you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
ANIMAL HOUSE
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Toga! Toga!
Right before my disbelieving eyes, SSQQ turned
into Animal House. With their inhibitions shattered
behind Wicked Wizard's Punch and Wicked Jungle Fever, the
men were barely under control. In my wildest dreams, I
never thought I would see men behave like frat-party gropers
at my studio. The painful memory of
hearing men wail in heat at the writhing, serpentine
movements of the women was unbearable.
Poof! Thank
goodness the dancers disappeared
before anyone could grab them. And don't think for a moment
the men didn't want to.
The moment the
dancing girls left the room, chaos ensued. The men
were so overwhelmed with lust, they did not
know what to do with themselves. For a while they just sat there
in stupefied wonder praying the women would return and grant them an encore.
However, once they accepted the dancing girls were not
coming back, the men were so
worked up they raced to the Punch Room for another round of
drinking.
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Aroused and twitching from an excess
of libido, there was a sudden outbreak of the kind of
grabbing and groping one might
expect at a Frat Party gone wild. The men began
pawing their dates and wives with mixed results.
A few women were drunk enough to respond in kind, but the
majority were offended. For that
matter, some men grabbed women who weren't
necessarily their dates or wives. Any
available female would do. The ladies did not appreciate
being fondled. Several men got slapped while
others were strongly chastised.
There were a lot of angry women
in the room. They
were appalled to see the men behave like blithering
idiots. Furious at being pawed and frisked, the
women were looking
for someone to blame. Take a guess who they took
their wrath out on. One woman after another chewed me
out for inviting 'pornographic dancers' to appear.
I hate to admit it, but the women
had every right to be angry. As they pointed out,
if I was going to bring naked women into the party, I
should have at least warned them in advance. I
tried to explain I did not know the girls would be
naked, but no one believed me. Another reason for
the intense anger was the potency of Bob's punch which
had inspired such lewd behavior.
The women did appreciate seeing the punch and erotic dancing turn their men into
rabid sex
fiends.
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It was not a
pretty scene. I have to admit
watching the men make fools of themselves
disturbed me as well. The men were hootin' and
hollerin' like madmen. The
anguished sexual frenzy written on their faces was
completely inappropriate. And it was my fault.
With the men
hopelessly out of control, many women decided to put an
end to this humiliation. They grabbed their husbands and dates by the
hair and hauled them out of the building. The
women were determined to get their man out of there
before he made some mistake
he would come to regret. Boy, was I in
the doghouse! As each woman passed me on the way out,
they made sure to voice their displeasure with a dirty look
or nasty comment. The desertion rate was phenomenal.
In the blink of an eye, 80% of the guests cleared out.
We had started
with a crowd around 125. Now we were down to
30 or so
remaining guests. I was crushed to discover my Jungle Fever
idea had been a huge mistake. It seemed like a good idea at the time,
but inviting the dancers had really backfired.
'Experience
is a comb Life throws you after you have lost your hair.'
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OCTOBER
1981
THE GROUP
PHOTOGRAPH
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Jim Fogo had
been busy photographing the Jungle Fever
performance. Now he wanted to take a group
photograph.
Noting how our guests were leaving in droves, Jim was so alarmed he suggested we do a
group photograph pronto before anyone else could escape.
Jim was right, so I told him
I would round up the
survivors and bring them into the Big Room. We
took the Group Photo around 11:30 pm. Due to the
mass exodus, the resulting group
photograph had only 21 people in it.
Imagine
doing some so stupid that 100 guests would leave!
Thank goodness I was not sober or I would have really
been kicking myself. We were nearly three hours into
the 9 pm party. Meanwhile Sailor Boy was making a
steady descent to oblivion. I was angry because I had
ruined my party. Indeed,
I had paid a stiff price for my indiscretion. But you know
what? Right now I was too
drunk to care. Three sheets to
the wind, I decided to save the worry till tomorrow.
Besides, I had
other things on my mind. Shortly before the photograph was
taken, Liz, the beautiful gypsy girl, had made a point to
disengage from Fogo and move closer to me. Fogo
was supremely irritated. He had been after Liz hot and
heavy all night long, so her last-second desertion rubbed
him the wrong way.
To my delight, I
felt Liz place her hand on my back and squeeze. A very good
sign indeed! The temptation to put my arm around
the Gypsy's
waist was so distracting that I was able to forget I had
chased 100 guests out of the building with poor judgment.
So what? I was absolutely certain Liz was the
girl I had been waiting for. She was most exciting
woman I had met since, uh, well, Victoria. Liz had
one huge advantage over Victoria. She was single.
Feeling the
warmth of her touch, I was
certain that Limbo Captivity would end tonight.
At last. I could hardly wait!
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OCTOBER
1981
BOB PAVES THE ROAD TO RUIN
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Bob Job had
been the
undisputed star of the evening. Using the power of
his Wizard's Punch, Bob had set the party on fire.
Now as we
took the Group Photo, I wondered where the Wicked Wizard
had gotten to. Five minutes ago Bob had told me he would be
there for the picture, but now he was missing.
Bob's sudden disappearance should have raised an alarm
bell. However, with the stunning Elizabeth on my mind, I was
far too wasted away in Magic Punch Land to be paying proper attention.
So what
happened to Bob? As the remaining guests gathered
for the group picture, Bob was out of sight in the
adjoining Drink Room. He was busy replenishing the
Magic Brew, but planned to stop when it was time to join us for
the Group Photo. That is when his date Carol said
not so fast. Carol was livid! Apparently Bob
had shown way too much enthusiasm for the dance
perfomance, so
Carol decided to put her foot down. And so poor Bob became
another casualty of the
massive female backlash.
When Carol informed him it
was time to go, Bob knew better than to protest.
"We can go, Carol, but give me five minutes to finish
refreshing the Wizard's Cauldron."
Carol
frowned mightily, but gave permission. "Make it
snappy!" she barked.
Carol did not
help matters. Her fury made her impatient. Bob
would later admit he had been a
little too candid in his appreciation for the sexy Dancing
Girls. Bob claimed his only sin had been clapping too loudly,
but added he may have whistled once or twice.
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My guess is Bob
had gone further than he was willing to admit. The
upshot is that Carol was angry, really angry. "Hurry
up, goddamnit! It's time to go, Bob!"
Under
intense pressure to get this done as fast as possible, Bobby
Wizard
made a catastrophic error. Staring at his Wizard's
Cauldron, Bob had a problem.
He still had two bottles of Ever Clear left, one and a
half more than he needed. Hmm. What should he do
with the excess?
In his haste to
leave, Bob decided he didn't have time to bag everything up
and take it home. Looking at the Ever Clear,
Bob decided there wasn't that much left anyway, so he
poured his remaining supply into the Cauldron. Then he
added enough
punch to fill the Cauldron to the brim. A few quick stirs and he was done.
Carol grabbed his ear and dragged him to the car.
Bob had left the party without bothering to
warn anyone the Punch was stronger than usual.
After the Group
Photo was over, the 21 remaining guests
made a stampede to the
Drink Room. Bob was nowhere to be seen, but we were
delighted to see the Wizard
had left a present for us. There it was, the
Smoking Cauldron full of a new
batch of
delicious punch. Yum!
This was no
longer ordinary punch. This was
Knock-Out
Punch.
We never had a chance. Maybe Bob was a little drunk himself
and not thinking clearly, but the punch he left behind was a killer.
Bob's unwise decision had placed the remaining guests on the Eve of
Destruction.
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The sexy jazz
performance had
totally altered the rhythm of the party. I had been given a first-hand lesson
in how Men's Clubs stay in
business. For example, I learned that watching naked women dance makes men
thirsty.
Sure enough, immediately after the Group Photo, the thirsty men
wolfed down a quick round of Bob's Wicked Wizard
Punch, then helped themselves to more. Not to
be outdone, the few remaining women did their fair
share of drinking too. I had never seen so much drinking
at an SSQQ party before.
The Smoking
Cauldron called to us! "Drink me! You know you want me! Drink me!"
And drink we did. Woowee! Boy,
does that punch taste good! Let's have
some more! Like fools we kept going
back for more. Unaware that Bob had made his Wicked
Wizard Punch twice as deadly, we drank as if there
were no consequences.
Talk about
Sucker Punch! Totally blind to Bob's Trojan
Horse, we had no idea. In no time at all there was not one remotely sober person
left in
the building. That included me.
I was way too
blitzed to pay much attention to much of anything besides
Liz. I was so drunk I was barely holding on to consciousness.
Completely out of control, I made a serious mistake.
Typically the party is still going strong at Midnight. That
is when I announce "Last Song!"
At this point
the remaining guests are kind enough to stick around and help me clean up.
With everyone pitching in, the place is clean in about 30
minutes and we all go home.
Unfortunately, I was so Dizzy for Lizzie, I let the party continue.
As we shall see, I would pay dearly for this mistake.
Despite my stupor, I could tell that
something was wrong, very wrong. For one thing, the
dance floor was deserted. After the Group Photo, the
dancing had trouble starting up again. It wasn't like
we didn't try. A half-dozenguests
attempted to dance, but it was soon obvious that no one could
stand up.
After a couple of songs, everyone gave up
and left the dance floor.
It was very strange to see the dancing stop completely.
Unable to dance,
the men moved on to the next stage. First the men took their lady partners back to the Drink Room
for another round of punch. Then they headed for the
exit door. Only one problem. Most of them could barely walk.
Realizing they were too drunk to drive, they decided to stay
a while longer. 6 or so people
left while they still could, but the remaining
14
drifted to the long Hallway to find a couch and
collapse. Drunk out of their
minds, the Left Behinds acted
like stark raving maniacs.
Some laughed hysterically. Others
wandered up and down the hallway like aimless zombies.
Flush with fever,
the men had one thing on their mind... find a woman!
Fortunately for them, the few women who stuck around had
something similar on their mind... find a man!
Once everyone paired off, they
went back for more drink to stir their
arousal. After that, the men
lured their partners onto the hallway couches. The
women were far too gone to put up much resistance.
Down to
fourteen
people, everyone found a chair or couch to
fall down
on. There
were five couples and four extra men.
And where was I?
Oh, I don't want to tell you what happened next, but I don't
have a choice. Shortly after the Group Photo, Liz
gave me an enticing hug, then told me me to wait for her while she used the restroom. During the wait, I
realized how cold it was, so I went to the far end of the Hallway to turn off the air
conditioner.
On the way back, I found myself on the verge of collapse.
It had been a really long day. I had been at the studio decorating since 10 am and had not sat down
once. With my gas tank on empty, I staggered to the nearest
couch while I waited for Liz. I had never been this drunk in
my life and my head was spinning.
Closing my eyes for just a moment, I passed out.
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Consequently
I was unable to witness the full
extent of the
damage caused by Bob's Midnight Massacre.
Instead I will pass on what a Survivor
named Christina related to me days later.
"Somewhere around
Midnight, the
boys could
not contain their
desire any longer. Too much booze, too many naked
dancing girls. The boys were so oversexed, they went
behaved like an out-of-control Frat
Party. None of the people who were still at the
studio had come with a partner.
There was a free-for-all as the guys grabbed for any
available woman. It was random. The
lucky ones found a willing partner, but several guys came up empty due to a girl shortage. I
was practically tackled by a guy named John I had met at
the party. He was cute, so I didn't mind at all.
With everyone
drunk out of their minds, at first there was hollering and
loud, hysterical laughter. Everything was so funny they
laughed their drunken butts off. The
place sounded like a loony bin! Someone
found the light switch and it got real dark. In an instant everyone was making out.
Don't tell anyone, but
John and I
proceeded to kiss with wild abandon. A couple
times I came up for air and looked around. On every couch there was
a couple writhing and giggling in ecstasy.
There were roving hands aplenty.
To my knowledge no
one's clothes came off, at least no one near me.
But I did hear a lot of moaning. It was dark in
there, so I don't know how far some people went.
Let's just say it was closest thing to a Roman Orgy I've
ever seen."
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According to
Christina, the Orgy did not last long.
Christina said everyone started to pass out just like I
had. Too drunk and
too exhausted to go home, one person after another started
to doze off.
Christina explained
that John, the man she hooked up with, passed out in the middle of
their make-out session.
"Good
grief, John
conked out in the middle of a kiss! It was the
weirdest thing. His lips were on mine, but then there he was with his head back and his
mouth wide open. For a moment I thought John was dead! I shook
him a little bit, but it did no good. Then he started to
snore. That was too weird for me so
I got up to leave. Two couches down I was grabbed by a
man without a partner. Now I began kissing him instead. I have
never in my life been so drunk as to pull a stunt like
that. I didn't even know the guy."
"What
happened then?"
"I was
in the middle of kissing this new guy when he got way
too frisky for me. Geez, I didn't even know the
guy and his hands were up my dress. I was so disgusted I got up.
He reached for me, but he was too drunk to catch me.
When
I looked around, I saw bodies strewn everywhere!!
The hallway looked like the
Jim Jones massacre. No one was awake but me. There
were a dozen people snoring their heads
off. Incidentally, you were one of them.
I saw you passed out on one of the couches."
"Yeah, not my proudest moment. Did you see what happened to
Liz?"
"Was that
the gypsy girl?"
When I nodded,
Christina said, "She left with that guy who took all the
pictures."
That was exactly
what I had been afraid of. Story of my life.
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"So, Christina,
why were you
the only conscious one?"
"I guess the ones
who could leave had already left. The first
guy I kissed was still asleep and thankfully the second guy
could not stand up, so I staggered out to my car on my
own.
I have no recollection of driving home, but that's what
I did. Gee whiz, it's been three days and I still
can't walk straight. It was mass murder.
Bob poisoned
every single one of us. Maybe I'm a ghost."
Hmm. Maybe I was
a ghost too. I had not felt the same since the
Halloween Party from Hell had ended with Bob's Midnight
Massacre. I thanked Christina for offering closure to
the story.
"Oh, you're
welcome, Rick. By the way, what time did you wake
up?"
"I'm not sure,
but I think it was around 4 am."
"Who cleaned
up all the mess? The place was covered in trash
when I left."
I winced at the
memory. "I had to clean it up myself. I
considered it just punishment for making such a fool of
myself that night."
Christina smiled
sympathetically. "You poor boy."
I smiled wanly
and thanked her. What Christina did not know was there
had been a second chapter to my night. I was about to
face the
single most
terrifying experience of my life.
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THE MAGIC CARPET RIDE, BOOK TEN
Chapter
ONE HUNDRED:
TERROR IN THE NIGHT
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