I was shy and sensitive though, and she was very domineering.It was supposed to be a pagan circle, but at this time there weren't many members and the...only others lived hundreds of miles away and I'd never met them. It was just me and her, all winter, and into the summer. She told me my tribe were the Cornovii, meaning "People of the Horn." She was the head and boss of the circle, and the rules were largely that members, especially neophytes, must be subordinate and learn from her. One weekend. Peters' office to the room was "accidentally" left cracked open. The duo listened with beating hearts, waiting to hear the now familiar footsteps of their quarry."Where IS she?" whispered Paris, never one to accept waiting as a viable alternative to just about anything at all."Patience, she'll be here," replied Rory."But the faculty meeting should have been over ten minutes ago!" Mr. Charleston probably had more to pontificate over," giggled Rory."Yes but I'm nervous and I'm ready to get. .. you know?”Vanessa: “If I fucked guys?”Pilar nodded.“And if I weren’t married?”“Of course.”“Christopher Walken, no question.”“Really? Why? Why him?”“Attitude. And the way he moves. He’s a professionally trained dancer. Check out his YouTube videos. Talented as hell. Sexy.”“I would never have guessed.”“And those hooded eyes. There’s that sense of suppressed menace when Walken enters a room. Like Joe Pesci.”“Except taller.”“Except taller.”I said to Walker, “Hand me the ice pick, honey.”I was. Not yet. She could still follow the other instructions. She felt weak in the knees as she walked to the small metal chair in the middle of the room. As the note had said, it was placed directly under a curved silver hook that hung by a chain from an exposed beam in the ceiling. She was trembling as she climbed awkwardly onto the seat of the chair, her cuffed hands making it difficult. But she managed to get onto it and finally stand erect, though almost losing her balance two or three times in.