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door. I immediately recognized the fact that I should recognize them since they had been in the wedding party. I did not know their names. One of them carried a tray with several hypodermic needles and bottles and cloths. I greeted them and then turned back towards Wendi, figuring that it was time to leave (which it was a little late for actually). As I was saying my good byes, two of the nurses came up and stood by my side. Suddenly they seized my arms and just as suddenly I felt the sharp jab of a needle in my rear end, with the accompanying emptying of a syringe. It was so sudden that I really didn't even have time for more than a sort of an "ouch!" The two nurses prevented my turning which was probably for the best since I could well have broken the needle by such a sudden move. Even as I formulated the words, "What are you doing," I felt myself begin to get weak. I said the words but the "doing" got sort of slurred as my tongue seemed to refuse to want to do what it was that I wanted it to do. I didn't pass out. It might have been better for me in a way if I had. I just went into a sort of state of euphoria with the total lack of any sort of muscular control. I became one large bag of bones that could see and feel but could not act. As I was collapsing, the nurses gently placed me on the bed that Wendi quickly vacated. She ex- pressed some doubts as to go through with it but was quickly talked back into the plan, or plot, that had been worked out.

With expertise I was stripped to nothing in a few rapid strokes, or so it seemed. Then the same smock that Wendi had put on was put on me. About two shakes later, one of the nurses left and almost im- mediately returned with a gurney. As I was transferred on to it, I saw myself helping with the transfer until it sunk in that it was Wendi with my clothes on. A sheet was bound around my waist down to my legs. From her purse, Wendi produced a lipstick which she put on my lips, blotting and cleaning up. She also took some sort of earrings and put them on my ears. They hurt in spite of my stupor. As a last effect, she took a perfume atomizer and sprayed my wrists and behind my ears.

As one of the nurses bound a towel around my head to cover my hair, Wendi appeared again with another syringe. "Sorry to have to trick you into this, Marcia! I almost didn't go through with it, but I knew since yesterday that you'll probably fare better than I would." With that she drew some liquid from one of the bottles and injected it into my arm. Quickly all faded and I went blissfully into a sea of blackness.

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