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To: E who wrote (52911)	7/3/2000 3:12:58 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I wonder what the scarf signifies, sexually speaking? Is it an urge for bondage? A connection to the owner- and thus an effigy? Is roasting significant? What if he merely drowned the scarf? Or suffocated it in a ziplock bag? Or ran over it with his car? How I wish we could know more of this!

To: E who wrote (52911)	7/3/2000 3:32:14 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

He took her scarf, a very nice one I had made for her, and threatened to roast it in the oven if she wouldn't have sex with him. Well, that's silver-tongued persuasion, I'm sure. Just the sort of thing to make a woman fall over, panting and begging for it.;^)

To: E who wrote (52911)	7/3/2000 3:34:05 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

There's nothing quite like having weird things going on and not knowing what to expect next.. One of the more recent "bizarre situations" which I accidentally became involved in occurred at work 3 or 4 years ago. (BTW, I seem to get into these stupid situations pretty often and am probably due for the next one pretty soon). Anyhow, on this day, I was working at my computer when I happened to look up into the waiting room area next to my counter only to see an elderly woman holding onto her chest and making distressed cries. Next to her sat a very large young man who was rocking back and forth in his chair . I and a co-worker approached her to see what was wrong. It seems that she was on her way home after picking up her son from some type of institution. As she drove down the highway, she began having strong chest pains and decided to pull off into the parking lot of our building so that she could come inside to rest. The son was absolutely huge...like some kind of WWF wrestler.. and not very "with it". He was also behaving in a very agitated and erratic manner, especially after we began speaking to his mother. We asked the woman if she wanted us to call an ambulance. At first, she was very reluctant because she didn't want to leave her son behind and was afraid that the ambulance would upset him. She told us that he "would probably go crazy". However, judging by her appearance, we were quite sure that she needed medical attention immediately, so we finally managed to have her agree on the ambulance. We placed the call and then called her other son to ask him to come to our business right away to pick up the brother. Not surprisingly, the ambulance arrived before the brother. At the sound of the sirens and then the sight of the ambulance attendants the son started to get totally freaked out...which, let me tell you...was very scary indeed. The ambulance attendants tried to calm the man down while the mother was placed into the ambulance, but he was just getting worse and worse. He began to become very confrontational and started yelling and waving his fists in the air. At this, the mother said that she wasn't going to go in the ambulance because the son was too frightened. The situation was looking like a stalemate, but then I suddenly suggested that the mother tell the son to go and get in her car to wait for the brother. She tried this and it worked... however, the son wouldn't agree to the plan unless someone would sit in the car with him to talk to him and keep him company. I was thinking "eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!", but together we went out and sat in the car to wait while the ambulance drove away. As it was, the son almost jumped out of the car a couple of times while the men were closing up the ambulance doors, but I convinced him to stay with me in exchange for a can of cold pop and a chocolate bar.. (-: So, there we sat... waiting for the brother to arrive. That part was just...delightful... Sitting there in the mother's rusty little Dodge Dart,,, out in the middle of a parking lot on a hot, sunny day. A few of my co-workers stood at a distance to offer moral support while I sat there trying to say calming things to the son who continued to rock back and forth on the seat, muttering threatening things about nobody hurting his mother while periodically making fists and hitting the dashboard... Finally, the brother came along... seemingly in no great hurry... and I was able to make good my escape. I have to say that this was actually one of the most scary few minutes I've ever experienced in my life... I think it was the unpredictability of the situation...