He is the Master of the Flies, Joseph Buquet. He taught me how to navigate the catwalks and how to find my way through the maze of passageways backsta...e. Joseph often invites me to his home to share supper with his wife and him. His wife gives me her hand-me-down clothes, although they are too large for me. I am a passable seamstress and alter the clothes to fit me. In a way, it is due to the things Joseph taught me that I earned my reputation as the opera ghost. I am quite adept at moving. She saw that the corridor in front of had chambers branching off to the left and right, she walked down the path before her as the cold enveloped her naked body, she held the items she carried even more tightly. There was no other sound other than the sound of her footsteps on the rock floor. She expected to hear at least the faint sound of breathing, nothing. She saw that the previous caretaker had made her bed in the first chamber to the left and noticed that one to the right was longer with. ." she began.Suddenly Grant grabbed her and turned her around. "I guess I'll just have to find out for myself how well you've been performing." His hands reached up, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Kim tried to wrench his hands away, but couldn't shake his iron grip.Turning toward the door, she tried to run for it, but Grant caught her with one arm and thrust her down onto her back. He knelt betwen her knees, causing her skirt to ride up high above her thighs. He grasped her blouse. At which point, she was flush. I wondered if it was the excitement of the reporters or being exposed in the cab, wearing her stripper clothes in public. Either way, she was letting her exhibitionist side loose. That was a good sign. Another positive sign was her joyous mood. She was joking and flirting with the other girls, especially Angel.My parabolic mic came in handy again as Crystal talked to both her best friends outside. I didn’t hear much. Only the cover story Angel and Crystal told.