Upon one of my visits to pals Alice and Kate in Portland, Oregon, we found ourselves near a used bookstore.  I went in and refused to come out.  I was pretty sure I had died of unknown causes upon crossing the threshold and having found my heaven I wasn't coming back without a fight.  After mouth-to-mouth by both Kate and Alice taking turns to save me, I'd had enough.  I left.  I'll never forgive either one of them.  That kind of intimacy was horrifying.