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WELCOME TO FARTINGALE
She found herself sitting on a floor, naked, holding her son protectively. Where was she? What had happened? The last she remembered, a strange man had knocked at her door while she was nursing her baby. Impatient to get rid of him, she had opened the door and told him: ?Whatever you're selling, I don't want any."
"I have come to take you away from all this," he said. He was short, fat, homely, half bald, and oddly garbed in pleated pantaloons.
"Well, you can just take yourself away. I'm not interested." She started to close the door.
The man turned around as if to depart. Then he bent forward, presenting his posterior to her. She realized with disgust that the pleats in his pants were actually strips of nothing; his pale bulging buttocks could be seen between them. There was a swishing sound, and the pleats fluttered.
Her mouth fell open in astonishment. The jerk was breaking wind at her!
Then a hideous odor assaulted her like a noxious cloud. She took a breath to protest, inadvertently inhaling the gas.
Now, suddenly, she was here. She had been gassed into unconsciousness by a rude crepitation and abducted. Now she was?where?