As the passers-by left her sight she turned around on the door step, knelt with her hands between her thighs and waited. As he opened the door she not...ced something in his hand – a collar. It was black, leather and studded, with a D-ring. Alexandra’s eyes widened as he gently reached behind her head, carefully adjusting her hair so it didn’t get trapped. He tightened it perfectly. It was tight enough to be felt and loose enough to be comfortable. Comfortable, that was, until he clipped on a. To my surprise she asked me wither I had read the adult magazines. I was taken aback… Now she was getting horny and I could feel the heat of her body. She was giving me nasty looks.She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of my mouth. I seized her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them. With her free hand she began to draw little circles around my neck. Even through the material of my tee-shirt the sensation was delightful! I reached for her chin and drew her. .. that's it exactly!" I exclaimed grinning from ear to ear."So ... how does it turn out?" Carol asked.Once again I laughed. "I don't really know. I wasn't given a copy of the entire play to read yet, only this scene, as it's the only scene I'm auditioning for. So really ... I don't have a clue."She smiled finishing her coffee, and then looking at her wristwatch. "Well, I best be off. But good luck with your audition. And if I were you ... I'd try reading it just that way. I think it has more. He could see the picture of their killer, he watched it take shape and form under the artist's pencil.The only problem, their witness was a boy, he saw with the eyes of a child. What he saw looked like a monster or the boogeyman with wild eyes and dark skin. It had also been dark, on a dark street. How correct the sketch was, well that was going to be a matter of interpretation.He waited until the artist was through, standing outside the door and smiling at the boy as his dad ushered him out..