Fifteen

“I’m not going in there,” I tell the group as I peer down at the tiny hole in the ground that leads to the Paris catacombs. “Nope, I’ve seen this movie and it doesn’t end well for the scantly clad women.”

“It’s the only way to get to the rave,” Pierre tells us. “It’s only five feet and then it opens into a normal sized corridor that will take us to the best party in all of Paris.”

I turn to James, “when you said this party was to die for, I didn’t think you meant we’d actually die!”

The others in the group chuckle a little as James answers, “we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Tickets are non refundable,” Pierre says quickly.

I sigh and look at the others in our group, “and all of you are ok with the death hole?” They all smile and nod and I look back at James, “fine, I’ll go. But you have to go first and catch me.”

He smiles gently, “that was always the plan baby.”

Looking back at Pierre I reluctantly nod, “let’s do this death trap.”

He laughs and starts to help peopl