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feel my fate lay on the knees of the gods. No. My life was in the hands of
my breasts, and they seemed determined to throw it away
Burl waited until the elevator got midway between floors, then hit the
stop button. "Just think, Mae June, here we are, suspended in mid-air," he
said. "Think we can hump hard enough to make this thing drop? Wanna
try? Think we'll even notice when she hits bottom?" With each sentence he
got closer to me, until at last he was pulling the zip down the back of my
dress.
I smiled at Burl and wondered what would happen next I felt like an
interested spectator at a sports event. Burl pulled my dress down around
my waist.
"You sure look nice today, Mae June," he said, staring at my front, then
at my lips. My breasts bobbled obligingly and he looked down at them
again. "Like you got little [joy] machines inside," he said, gently
unhooking my bra.
Joy buzzers, I thought. Jolt city.
"You like me, don't you, Mae June? I can be real nice." He stroked me.
"Sure I like you, Burl."
"Would you like to work for me? I sure like you, Mae June. I'd like to
put you in a nice little apartment on the top story of a real tall building
with an elevator in it." As tit-talked, he kneaded at me like a kitten. "An
express elevator. It would only stop at your floor and the basement. We
could lock it from the inside. We could ride it. Up Down. Up. Down. Hell,
we could put a double bed in it You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mae June?"
"Yes, Burl." When would my mammaries make their move?
He bent his head forward to pull down his own zipper, and they conked
him. "Wha?" he said as he recoiled and collapsed gracefully to the floor.
"How the heck did you do that, Mae June?"
I decided Burl had a harder head than Maxwell.
"Your hands are all snarled up in your dress. You been taking aikido or
something?"
"No, Burl."
"Jeepers, if you didn't like me, you shoulda said something. I woulda left
you alone."
"But I do like you. Burl. It's my breasts. They make their own decisions."
 He lay on the floor and looked up at me. "That's the dumbest-assed
thing I ever heard," he said. He rolled over and got to his feet. Then he
came over, leaned toward me, and glared at my breasts. The left one
flexed. He jumped back just in time. "Mae June, are you possessed?"
"Yes!" That must be it. The devil was in my breasts. I wondered what I
had done to deserve such a fate. I wasn't even religious.
Burl made the sign of the cross over my breasts. Nothing happened.
"That's not it," he said. "Maybe it's your subconscious. You hate men.
Something like that. So how come this didn't happen last time, huh?" He
began pacing.
"They were waiting to get strong enough. Oh, Burl, what am I going to
do?"
"Get dressed. I think you better see a doctor, Mae June. Maybe we can
get 'em tranquilized or something. I don't like the way they're sitting
there, watching me."