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   The crowd forced me out of the elevator. Gagging on the brandy and coke, I stumbled over the dogs who seemed blind to the repulsive scene in front of them. We lurched toward the cross. I spun around and tried to run back into the elevator but the men grabbed me. The women jumped around us squealing and hooting and tearing off their clothes. Frocks and purses, blouses and bras flew around me. The monkey dropped down from his perch and danced frantically with the thug and the tramp.

   Holy shit, I thought, was I in for some sort of sadomasochistic orgy? I pulled and shoved and swung at the men but they were too much for me. The big one grabbed my legs, the other two each arm. They lifted me onto their shoulders.
   One of them leaned close. “We’ll reap great rewards for this gift.”, He whispered.
   I couldn’t believe what was happening. This looked less like an orgy and more like a sacrifice. “What the hell are you doing?”, I screamed.
   “To the wall!”, they all chanted. “To the wall!”
    The cartoon jackasses on the hill screamed their response. “USA! USA! USA!”