“Do let go of my arms, it hurts! I’m so s-sorry, I heard something and I was following the noise… I had no idea what it was until I got close en...ugh to see y-you, masturbating there and I spoke out of reflex and I…” – I didn’t get to finish my rambling because one of his hands moved over my mouth to shut me up, after which he got really close, backing me up against a wall. “I believe you could have knocked on my door rather than doing what you did. Calm down though, stop talking and breathe. My. Emi was a very pretty girl and seemed very sweet. Natasha had taken an instant liking to her when they had met earlier. Now that they had worked their way through this shoot and now that she was going to be ‘helpless’ in Emi’s hands, she felt slightly aroused. Emi held Tasha from behind for several shots as if she was capturing the beautiful warrior. She let her fingers play over the laces that held Tasha’s leather top together. Tasha looked thoroughly frightened as she watched her captor. I could dream of women without pain, without wondering if there was something wrong with me, without having to try to dream of men instead. But I did get tired of dreaming."I paced. I bit my lips alot. I gathered my courage. I signed up for a Women's Retreat one week in August. I got permanent butterflies of the stomach as soon as I had the ticket. I imagined the Retreat as some kind of wild orgy, or at least a long string of dates. I was nervous, and eager, and silly. My vibrator was a busy. "There is only one other person in the entire opera house that has been kind to me. He is the Master of the Flies, Joseph Buquet. He taught me how to navigate the catwalks and how to find my way through the maze of passageways backstage. Joseph often invites me to his home to share supper with his wife and him. His wife gives me her hand-me-down clothes, although they are too large for me. I am a passable seamstress and alter the clothes to fit me. In a way, it is due to the things Joseph.