"Isabelle reclines on a chaise lounge, contemplating the young man and attempting to ignore her buzzing clit. The robe parts slightly, revealing her i...ner thigh to the man's now obviously staring eyes."Have you ever had a woman?" she asks."No. I am untrained and am not allowed a woman until I have successfully achieved my schooling." Schooling?" I am to be a pleasure servant in the lord's castle. I cannot pierce a woman's flesh until I have learned to please her properly otherwise," the young. Brettlooked unsure, her hands nervously brushing her dress, unable to meet mygaze. Only Abby looked at me.My eye caught my reflection in the mirrors lining the wall across fromme. A half a dozen faces, looked back at me with their dark lashes andpink lips. Fake! Fake! Fake! They shouted in unison."I not a fake," I said."What!" Abby said. My friends were staring. I'd spoken out loud."That stuff people are saying," I said. "It's not true." I know that," said Brett. "Look I'm sorry. And I'm sorry. The judge was unusually harsh with the middle-aged woman because her only son had committed suicide after a bout with an addiction to the illegal drugs that robbed him of all desire to exist in a world destitute of sensitivity to his moods.The poor woman was obviously in a state of shock over her twenty year sentence and with good reason because she would be eligible for Social Security when she was due to be released from incarceration.That meant the bed above her head was empty and she was. . he told me that if I wanted todress as a sexy woman I had to feel what I sexy a woman feels... I toldhim I was not willing to do that and he told me it was too late... herasked me to go with him to the living room and when he turned the lightson I couldn?t believe what I saw next.... he had taped everything on twocamcorders... he told me that if I didn?t comply with his wishes he waswilling to expose me for what I really was... he told me that he didn?twant to hurt me... but he really wanted.