2 weeks into my trip to Europe, Carla calls me, her voice shaking.
C: I really need to take this thing off.
Me: Why? It was partly your idea, remember. No backing out now.
C: It’s driving me crazy. I keep hallucinating. Today I felt like I was practically naked in the supermarket.
Me: You are wearing your body suits under there, right?
C: Yeah but it felt like that was all I was wearing and everyone in the aisle knew it. I bought some vegetables, and then I walked home, and forgot I had driven to the store. I had to go back later. It was so embarrassing.
Me: Hah! Poor sweetie. Be careful what you wish for. I’ll be home in a week…
C: Seriously, just one? Or not even that. I just need to feel something inside me for five minutes. Then I’ll put it back on.
M: Nope. I’m not telling you where they spare key is. You gotta have something much better than that.