What happens when fifty-some strangers find themselves snowbound in a department store turned into a hotel with no doors? Of the stranded storm victims, Mona Brandon, a spoiled, bouncy, five-foot-two buxom blonde, with a coconut tan, fresh from Jamaican beaches, could tell the story best, for it was her vain frivolousness that prompted her demise and shameful infidelities. Complying, Mona flipped over on the noisy mattress, thinking: Maybe he'll do it now! Fervently, she wished that... wanting this torment to end.