Rubber Fantasies
Wet Country For two weeks each spring I rent a cottage. It is not an area where you would ordinarily vacation, for there is hardly ever any sunshine. In fact it rains almost constantly there during that time of the year. Which is just fine with me. The cottage is quite remote, in a wooded area. I pack every rubber garment I own into my van and drive there on Monday morning. I get to the cottage about noon and spend a good hour moving in. Every closet in the place gets filled with rubber and what is left over I hang on the walls or drape over furniture. By about 2 p.m. I am ready. I dress in two rubber suits, rubber boots, rubber gloves and a latex hood with an inflatable gag and a gas mask. Then I put on a heavy rubber trench coat with a wide belt. Two padlocks make it impossible for me to get out of the rubber, one for the belt and one for the neck-strap of the coat. Then I go for a long walk in the rain. ...