«Toilette?» she tried in French.The guard laughed and pointed to a hole in the corner of her cage. To her horror, Helen realised that that was the o...ly toilet available to her while she was held prisoner in these cages. It also explained the smell.On the third day, a guard came for her. The cage door was opened and she was released from her chain and led to a small room off one side of the cage area. Helen had already guessed what was to come, for there had been jeers and catcalls from some of. “Everything's ready, dear. Come on in when you'd like. Here's the room number, just let me know when you've arrived. Have a good evening, wish we could go out to dinner.”The plan was for me to get to the room as quickly as possible in the morning, using a golf match as my excuse. Luckily it didn't rain, so I'm on my way, anticipating how our first time together will be. Imagining the passion as the door closes behind us for the first time! Thinking about that first tight hug and then the. " Margaret Beall tried to look serious but her sunny disposition made it difficult. She shook her head in mock disgust.Beall smiled and pulled on one of the new stockings. It felt prickly and warm. "Fits fine," he said and dragged off the other boot. He left his wife the stockings he had been wearing, both with holes poked through the toes. Some of the younger men were wearing long trousers now, tucked into high boots, especially in the winter, but Beall stuck with his accustomed knee. In fact so well I was starting to think that I was a womantrapped in a man's body. Only I found when I arrived at the studio thata group of young Muslim men would make advances towards me.It started fairly innocently. "Hey Bea! Want to be my girlfriend?"Then it got more gross. "You got any Muslim in you?" No," I responded."Would you like some?"I blushed and hurried up to the studio.I felt humiliated and embarrassed to be seen as nothing more than a sexobject.I learnt then from Nasrullah,.