.” Katie began, then realized that Beth would never do anything – at least, not deliberately – that would actually kill her.“Come on, earth gi...l,” Beth chided her, “you’ve been axed, staked, shot ... You’re still here. I promise you’ll enjoy this a lot more than an axe in the back...”Katie smiled. Giggling nervously, she practically pranced over to the wall, losing her blouse and sliding her shorts down to her knees as she traveled. Leaning against the wall, now, she kicked off her shoes,. The arts were her passion, what got her juices flowing. She was never as happy as when she was creating something with pen or paint, playing the piano, working on her skills for arranging orchestral music, or acting in drama class.She also found that her arts classes were made up predominantly of girls, whereas the math and science classes were full of boys. Since starting high school, she found she felt she could relax her guard and enjoy herself in her art classes, unlike her others.Since she. Buff guy had turned into an a****l and was breathing down my neck, the smell of beer and stale fags on his breath. ‘Ok ok give me a chance’,I said. I was starting to panic; this guy was rough, really rough. Before I had my jeans and pants halfway down he pushed me and I fell forward onto the cold leaf strewn floor of the copse. ‘You’re going to wish you had a bigger fuck hole buddy’ he hissed as he yanked at my pants exposing my by now hot and sweaty buttocks. I could hear him spitting on his. If he were to worship a “god” he could do no worse than serendipity and here she was lying near naked next to him. What had she said her name was? Breeze? Skylar? Solar Kitten? Echo? It was some hippie name he remembered. It was the personae she had adopted for the festival, just as John had become “Blaze”. Fire, Blaze, Burning Man: it made sense right? John grinned a goofy grin thinking of his stupid festival adopted name. He had needed to change himself so a new name was appropriate. Perhaps.