” Jane handed her the mask, as Constanza gently put it over Jane’s eyes and tied it in the back. Jane and Constanza who were nearest the door, loo...ed back at the rest of the women. They wanted to make sure that everyone was ready so they all could go out together. When the women in the back nodded, Jane opened the door. As the women walked out, Jane and Constanza held the door and waited for the last woman to walk out before closing it. The blonde woman who had greeted the women earlier, turned. Gillian’s mouth watered. She could see that the meat dripped with juice and she yearned to taste all of it. Her hands still bound, her fingernails raked her left thigh; all of a sudden she could barely hold herself back. She stared at the temptation held in the grayskin’s fist, then looked up into his wolfish eyes. He still wore the same look and she realized he was daring her to take a bite. He wanted her to partake of a meal that was rightfully his—a meal that he had the power to give or take. On that night, I was about to travel back to the city from my native place where my relatives are put up. It’s a long journey of about 8 hours, and the private bus services are the best way to commute on a short notice. As it was a weekday, the bus was not so crowded, especially not many women. I was waiting for the bus to come, along with my nephew. He came to drop me off. The travels desk coordinator asked for a reshuffle of seats and asked me if I can adjust with another teenage guy. My. I unsnapped my bra with mild success, success being gauged by uttering, “Oh, fuck,” only once. I threw it in the same general direction as the blouse. Next, I wiggled out of my jeans, letting them lie in a heap at my feet. Stepping out of them was an achievement I should have gotten a plaque for: “And now presenting to Kathy Jacoby for effort beyond human capability…” I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. I slipped under the cool sheets, let my head fall back against the pillow,.