Rusty believed himself to be a ladies-man. All the women in the office thought he was an ass.
His latest conquest, Ciana, had enough of his sexual innuendos and unwanted passes and had decided to put an end to his harassment. With that, she brought in 24 raw crystals and laid them end-to-end in a circle.
She was busy when Rusty entered and leaned on her desk.
“How you doing gorgeous?” Rusty asked. “Miss me?”
Ciana looked at him with a smile and cooed, “Sure, Sugar-shorts, all weekend long”
Surprised, Rusty asked, “R-R-Really?”
“Yes,” Ciana answered. “In fact, I’ve been thinking that with my help, you’ll be going places soon, and you’ll be on top in no time.”
“I love how you think,” he said.
“The only thing I ask is that you don’t do stand or even jump in that circle of cystals,” she said, pointing to the formation on the floor. “I’m experimenting.”
“Sure, Babe, whatever you say,” he responded.
“Now, excuse me, my little Pumpkin-butt, I have a load of filing to get done,” she said.
He watched her swish as she walked away. Once out of sight, Rusty went over to the rocks and studied them.
He looked to see if anyone was watching him before hopping into the center of the circle. No one was, so no one saw it when he disappeared.
Ciana returned to her desk, picked up the crystals, placed them in the plastic bag she’d used to bring them into the office, then tucked them in her desk drawer. Without a word, she returned to work.
Rusty was unsure what had happened. One moment he was at the office, and the next, he was sprawled on his back, stuck atop a 600-foot tall chimney rock formation in the middle of a desert.