After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't... muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.What the hell was going on here? If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something? Couldn't be heaven. No clouds. Or pearly gates.Hell maybe? Purgatory? Wait, isn't that for babies. The unbaptized kind? I think that's what I heard from. "Molly," I whispered, "you know I will always be your friend. If you need me for anything, I'll be there. You know that, don't you?"We were dancing cheek to cheek, so I was whispering right into her ear. I couldn't look at her at the same time, but I heard her start to sniffle just a little, and she held me a little tighter."I know you've gone through some rough times," I continued, "and I wish I could just wave my hand and you'd be free of them. But I know it's not that easy. I'm not going to. I was ready early onWednesday, and kind of excited in a new way. I drove over to Bernie's placeto collect him but he wasn't there. When I walked into his yard the gate waspulled shut and locked by one of his cronies who grinned at me before disappearing.I tried desperately to escape but the place was too well fenced. When I wentback to the gate after a fruitless half hour of trying to find a gap in thefence, it was unlocked. I drove into town, parked up on a yellow line and dashed for the. "Have you ever taken it in your ass?"She looked straight at me and sharply replied."Never. Not by my husband, and certainly not by you."I apologised at once and went back to grinding away at her. She was stillwrithing beneath me when I heard footsteps.I froze, so did Mrs Green."Shit, my husband", she whispered.I jumped off the bed and looked for my clothes, but it was too late. Thedoor swung open, and a massive black man stood there. He was well over 6feet tall, heavily built and a bald head..