Scott

 The last time I was sat on, I was able to escape
quickly.  I  wasn't even hurt.  Indeed, I thought at the time
that there were  certainly worse ways to go.

 Well, there may be, but if so, I hope not to find
'em.

 I had cracked another rib from the pressure, I was
finding it  hard to breathe, and the smell wasn't outstanding.
The fact that the  girl's ass was just about perfect was but
small consolation.  She was,  literally, killing me.

 Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the
pressure  suddenly abated.  The girl was standing up.

 I just hoped I'd survive the experience.

* * *

Kathy

 Honestly, I'm not sure why we hung out with
Victoria.  She always went  on and on about how important her
dad was.  I mean, sure, her dad's a big exec  for Dreamworks
SKG, but big deal!  I mean, my mom's a cinematographer at
Paramount, but I never put on airs about it.  Liz' Dad is a
screenwriter,  she doesn't brag about it.  But with Tory, it's
always, "My dad knows  Steven Spielberg," or "my dad had lunch
with Jeff Katzenberg."  It's a  bit annoying.  Okay, it's way
annoying.

 But we hung out with Victoria anyhow.

 It was about seven or so, I guess.  Victoria wanted
to go out  dancing.  Liz and I were more in the mood for coffee,
but Vicki's wishes  would probably carry the day.

 Vicki came bounding up the stairway, grinning from
ear to ear.   She looked different somehow.  Not quite right in
the head.  "She may  have lost it, Kate," whispered Liz.  I
thought Liz was probably right.

 "Liz, Kathy, how are my two dearest friends?  Ready
to go dance  the night away?" said Vicky, strange smile on her
face.

 Liz and I looked at each other.  "Um, Vick...."

 "Let's go, I'm in a good dancing mood."

 There was a pause, while Liz and I silently debated
arguing with  Vicki.  We decided against it.  Sometimes, you've
just gotta give  in...especially when your friend appears to be
psychotic.

 "All right, let's go," I sighed.  This night wasn't
going to be  all that fun after all.

 "Just a sec, gals, gotta run to the bathroom quick.
Be right  back, after...."  She giggled, thus reassuring us that
she was not all  there.  But then again, Vicki never was.

* * *

Scott

 I heard the conversation, and let out a groan.
Somehow, I didn't  think this was a good place to be at a
club--especially in my present  state.  I think my right
shoulder was dislocated.  I know I had another  broken rib, and
from the way my head felt, I was either suffering from  hypoxia,
or a concussion, or both.

 Suddenly, the floor dropped out from under me, and I
fell twenty  feet or so into the soft cushion of the girl's
(Vicki's?) panties.  I was  relieved, as I could breathe freely,
if painfully.

 Vicki grabbed me roughly, and brought me to her
face.  I'm sure I  looked like hell, but she didn't seem to
care.  "You are fine, aren't  you?" she hissed.

 "Yes...mistress...." I murmured, reflexively.  I
didn't know why,  but it seemed the right answer.

 "Good...very good.  You're a very fast learner.
Just for that,  you get to visit another part of my body.
Hmmm...I know."  With that,  she shoved me hard into her vagina.
 I was pinned in place by powerful  muscles, and I realized how
gently Sarah conducted herself.  Vicki was  not gentle, and I
was crushed as firmly as I had been when she sat on me.

 And now, we were going to dance.

 Not good.  Not good at all.

* * *

Elizabeth

 I don't even know why we hang out with Victoria.  I
mean, it's  not like she's nice, or cool, or even friendly.
She's a real bitch,  y'know?  And we don't anymore, because,
well, she's in the nervous  hospital now....

Sorry, I know, I'm getting ahead of the story, you
wanted it in  the order it happened, and all that.

 Sorry.

 Anyhow, that girl has, like, seriously bad karma.
She's mean,  and psycho, and just annoying, and I hope I never
see her again.

 Whatever.  Anyhow, we went out to this really sleazy
dance club  that Vicky seemed to like.  She was just going nuts
on the dance floor,  grabbing any guy that moved.  It was almost
like she was having sex right  out on the floor, she was
screaming and howling and shit.  It was crazy,  no lie.

* * *

Victoria

 I thought the little man felt good beneath me, but
that was  nothing compared to how he felt inside me.

 Yum....

 I was high on orgasms and herbal ecstacy.  It was
the best night  of my life.  I would have gone home with this
one guy who was soooooo  cute, but Liz and Kathy had to drag me
out of the club around one or so.   Bitches.  Just because I was
having too much fun.

 But I was still happy, because I had my little
friend.  He would  satisfy me more tonight.  He had done well so
far.

* * *

Scott

 I was dying.  I knew it.

 I had been crushed inside of Victoria, and now I was
bleeding and  tattered.  My bones were powder.  My muscles were
ripped.  How I had  survived this long was beyond me.

 I saw panties being pulled down, but I was rising,
rising....

* * *

 I always thought the Light was made up.  But it's
real.  I went  towards it.

 As I approached, I saw someone, or something,
approaching.  A  girl, sixteenish, with wild, jet-black hair,
and an ankh pendant.

 The Angel of Death.  Neil Gaiman style.  Just the
way I'd always  pictured her.

 "Scott," she said softly, "not yet.  You still have
a lot of  magic left."

 I started to question, but before I got the chance,
I was  falling, falling, back into the pain and anguish.

* * *

Victoria

 The little man couldn't take it.  He was weak, I
guess.  But  before I got rid of him, I decided to show him to
Liz and Kathy.

 "Hey guys, get a load of this.  He's dead, but he
was fun while  he lasted."  I smiled.  Bastard got what he
deserved.  All men deserve  that fate.

 I expected my friends to think he was cool.  They
didn't,  though.  I wonder why.

* * *

Elizabeth

 I was sick.

 Victoria was showing us this little man she pulled
out of her  cunt.  He was barely breathing, a huge bruise from
head to toe.  And she  was showing him off!  She thought it was
cool how she'd killed him.

 Bitch.

 I wanted to slap her right there--I know, violence
is bad karma,  but I'd drop back a cycle to clock her.

 Fortunately, Vicki was tired, and she decided that
she needed to  lie down.  As she drifted off to sleep, Liz
managed to grab hold of the  little man, and I put Vicki to bed.
 

 It was alive, whatever it was.  I wondered if it was
intelligent,  like us, or just an animal.  Whatever, it was
alive, and worthy of  respect.  I tried to think of something I
could do to help it.

* * *

Kathy

 The poor little thing was dying.  I knew Vicki was
nuts, but I  didn't realize how nuts.

He needed something with healing power, and not
doctors or  anything.  I mean true healing power.

 "We've got to help him.  Poor guy never did
anything," I said.  I  couldn't believe that Victoria was in the
next room, sleeping soundly,  after murdering someone.

 Well, not quite--he was breathing, but labored.  He
was alive for  now.  But saving him would require forces beyond
the pale of ordinary  science--Liz and I were sure of that.

 So she and I pulled out our Astrology books, and our
healing  books, and even this one book called "Magck," and we
were about to give  up, when I found a spell that looked like it
may work.

 "Change," I said.  "Creates a change in the life of
the  incanter."

 "That's not exactly what we need," said Liz.

 "Yeah--but when used with good crystals and a
variation on this spell,   it could create a change in the life
of a different person--like our little  man."

 "Really?"

 "That's what the book says."

 We put him in the big crystal downstairs, and both
of us read the  incantation.  Strange, but I swear I saw him
move a little as we did it.   Anyhow, having done all we could
do, we went to sleep.  We hoped the  little guy would make it.

* * *

Scott

 I awoke slowly.  Then, quickly.  I was alive?  I was
alive!  I  didn't know how, or why, but I was alive, and it felt
great.

 The pain was gone, and I was in a huge crystal
palace.   I stood  up, and examined myself.  All the bruises and
the broken bones were  gone!  I was as good as new!

 But where was I?

 Fearfully, I crept forward.  I realized I was in a
huge crystal,  the kind you can buy down at the Nature Company
if you've got $450 to  blow on a huge crystal.  It was on a
table of some sort--a dining room  table, perhaps.  I walked
slowly out, and saw an immense purse.

 It wasn't Victoria's, thankfully.  It was a big one,
though, with  a longer and thicker strap than usual, and--wait,
that made no sense.

 Then I saw a newspaper--and knew what had happened.

 I had shrunk again.

 By a factor of two, near as I could figure.  I was
now about half  an inch tall.

 That made my life more difficult, but at the moment,
I wasn't  quibbling.  By all rights I should've been dead.  That
I was merely  shorter didn't faze me.

 I wasn't sure where Victoria was, but I meant to get
as far away  from her as possible.  I walked towards the purse.
I could stow away in  here, and worry about escape later.  At
least I'd be away from  Victoria--and thus a million times safer.

 I crawled into the purse, and rested.  I rested easy.

* * *

 My purse was on the table, next to Kathy's crystal.
I grabbed  it, and headed out the door.  Damn, I hate 4 A.M. to
6 P.M. days.

 But I'm not a director, or a producer.  I'm a
cinematographer,  and I don't get to set hours.

 So I hopped into my Lexus and headed off to the
Studio.  With  luck, I'd beat Sandra there.

* * *

Kathy

 Liz and I talked all night.  We didn't know what to
do about  Victoria.  After my mom left, I went downstairs to
check on the little  man--and he was gone!  Escaped, or removed
by the hand of God, I don't  know.  But it gave me an idea.

 When Victoria woke up, we started in on her.  The
two of us  talked about how concerned we were, how she made up
this little guy,  bragged about killing him.  We were worried
for her.  We thought she may  be going a bit nuts.

 Which is why we called her Dad, and told him she was
going crazy.

 Two days later, she was institutionalized.  Seems
nobody bought  her story about a one-inch-tall man, and when
disbelieved, she started to  get violent.

 I don't feel sorry for her.  Serves her right.

* * *

Lolita

 I reached the set at 3:55, and Sandra was there,
waiting patiently.

 "Ms. Bullock," I said, smiling.

 "For the last time--SANDRA," she smiled back.  "I
know the studio  keeps trying to tell everyone to be deferential
to me, but I don't care.   I'm Sandra.  What's up, Lolita?"

 I liked Sandra; she was pretty normal, for an
actress.

 I sat down, and started to talk about today's shoot.

* * *

Scott

 I pulled myself out of the purse, and rubbed my eyes.

 Sandra Bullock?

 Maybe I was dead--and in heaven now.

 No.

 If I was, Sarah would be there.