Les, Dr. Green and the Rapture"So anyhow," the fashion model said, mouth full, "we all gathered at the guy's radio station a couple of hours before the big event. Number of other people there, too. Some from our university's free-thinkers' club, some from the four-twenty community, even a few holy rollers from the Baptist Student Union. The press was there, too."As she downed her wine, Dr. Green sipped his own. "Dare I inquire what happened next?" he asked."Well, waiting, we tied the helium balloons to the blow-up dolls and shot the bull with the reporters. And we counted it down. Five, four, three, two, one. And right at six P.M., we released, and voila! The Rapture! Fifty anatomically correct inflatables ascended to heaven!"The fashion designer's bushy mustache spread like eagles' wings over his grin. "If only I'd known, Storm, I would've recorded the news report," he chuckled.She waved that off.