A man had to celebrate a son somehow. Cross that bridge in the future. I knew from the way I felt in the morning, I might restrict the celebration jus... a little.Letters were exchanged often between Miss Sylvia and Jessie. I wasn't party to all they contained, but a good portion. I had to laugh, for John Comstock was being manipulated and he wasn't even aware of it happening. John was going to be a papa, for one thing. Miss Sylvia was hoping she could keep it hidden until the night of the. Kelly could feel her body trembling under the exotic touches of the beautiful dancer."Oh god the girl knows my real name But how could she?" were the thoughts that came to mind."Wait! No, stop that!" Kelly blurted out.She could feel the other dancers' hands trying to remove her skimpy costume bottom. "Why are they doing this to me?" she asked to nobody in particular. "It's as if they all want to undress me on stage so everyone can see me naked, but then what are they going to do with me? But. I didn’t really know what to do, so introduced my friend and her(my friend F. is 35, my other friend 25) and they talked for a while. Since my Bahasa skills are very limited, I didn’t understand much, only heard that they talk about me. I felt uncomfortable, because they were talking about me(that much, I did understand) and I was a bit worried what would happen if my friend who got me the place finds out what’s going on here(after all, I just got the place because of her good connections and. I was lying on my stomach in the hexagonal chamber where thefive punishment pits were housed. To my horror, my whipped and bloodiedbody was lowered into one of the narrow vertical holes and despite myfrantic pleas I felt myself drop until my feet touched the cold irongrille, ten feet below the surface of the chamber. I felt a tightconstriction in my chest and breathing as the narrow walls of thecylindrical hole seemed to press around me, bringing with it a sense ofextreme claustrophobia as if I.