I passed out pretty quickly. Later that night, I was awakened to a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, ...ooking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didnt see me open my eyes, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasnt awake, it couldnt be my fault, right? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down. .. oh, stop right there. Now give a twirl. My,but you look positively delicious, the way that dress hugs your curves.Well the curves it covers at all, that is.Oh, now you're upset. But you know something? I think the pouty face andquivering lip just makes you look even more darling, Kiki.Now, now, that's your name for the time being. I mean, you're cetainlynot a 'Keith' at the moment.What's that? Why, no, I'm not here to take you home.Why not? Well, because you belong to Marsha for another two. I took off my tee shirt then remembered a couple of magazines in my bag so I got those out. I studied my surroundings which were pretty amazing, high vaulted ceiling and the very size of the room. This had to be a gym where sports were played. I considered an S.S. national team practicing for the big game against, who? Then I laid down and decided to read. What in the world was to become of me?Apparently I fell asleep because suddenly I became aware of some presence, opened my eyes to see and. For Cindy, Desi, Remas, and me, it just meant our regular performance clothes—all black—were clean and pressed. Sophie and Brittany, of course, examined their costumes to be sure everything was perfect. Sophie would dance both Mozart’s Symphony No. 40, first movement, Molto Allegro, what we called I read the manual, and the Glory pieces. Brittany would join her in the Glory dance.At one o’clock, Cindy and I walked onto the stage to a round of applause from the audience of around 300.