I exited the lobby by a dividing hallway where the carpet dampened my footsteps, turning back around to look I caught his eyes and shrugged both shoul...ers, raising my eyebrows invitingly. He followed. He followed a few footsteps behind up three flights of stairs. I didn't know where I was going but it didn't matter. There were no words spoken between us. We managed to find what seemed to be an abandoned section of the gallery which lay away from the exhibition, it was the west facing section of. There were five of us on that beach, all told. Nick was bitching about his werewolf costume, Dan was fumbling with the camera, Andy had given up trying to record usable sound over the unexpected wind, I was doing my absolute best to concentrate on directing the upcoming scene (and not the big-breasted girl changing her clothes in my parents' minivan)—And then, there was Rachel.Rachel Klein, to be precise. Our producer, and tyrannical leader of the school's AV Club. Four feet and ten inches of. He had spread my legs at least another 6" to 8" and still was not finished. He moved the crank in and out still near my crotch and began to turn again. This time my legs began to rise. The strain was even more painful as he moved my legs into a 45 degree angle which I felt pull my butt forward and upward exposing my groin even more. Dante removed the crank and handed it to one of the goons then removed his clothing. "Bouche torique" Dante said holding out his hand. One of the goons handed him. My older brother also volunteered for most of the heavy lifting and asked me to sort old magazines and box them. The pile included your typical titles... "Woman's Day", "Better Homes and Gardens"...and the most common... "Good Housekeeping". At first you'd think these titles weren't risky in anyway whatsoever, but that day I discovered a very important feature about women.My brother was chatting with some girl who was walking by, so I took it upon myself to take a break and flip through a few.