"Now serve us drinks slave" ordered mistress as I served them drinks mistress rose from sofa and picked a short tail whip from trolley and walked up t... me I starts to tremble in fear "look at my shoes slave time for some fun as I looked towards her designer shoes she kicked my face hard with the pointy metal trimmed toe of her right shoe made me fall on floor losing half of my senses all I know was terrible pain few broken teeth and lot of blood she starts to rain kicks and lashes from whip on. It was a twenty-four meter descent to the level of the first floor of Jacob’s Bar and Grill, and a four-meter ascent to the second floor of home.Diego was shocked to see that the stairwell had lost its power. All of the recessed lighting was off. But there was still adequate sunlight from the transparent dome above, and he had an alarming vision of Alfonso chained in the pitch darkness of a mall without power. Diego turned to the stairs heading down and began to go down as fast as he safely. "What the hell happened to the Evan I knew? I blinked. Wait. This was still him. The Evan I trusted. This was his game. He was the bad cop. Did that make Jean-Luc the good cop? I turned my head to look at Jean-Luc. He gave me a reassuring smile and gently palmed the back of my head and guided it back so it was positioned far down.They caressed my bare skin. That same wonderful stroke of my back. Same mirrored movements in tandem. It was hypnotic. I let my eyelids float closed. Up, down. Up.. A production of Forum lives or dies with its Pseudolus, in this case, Sim, the guy who just agreed to meet me and a couple of other ladies at the theatre on Valentine’s Day—well—night. This year the holiday falls on the off day. Like most theatres in the United States, Broken Arrow is dark Mondays. Now I love, love, love musical theatre, but as a career path, it does have its frustrations. You might work a little more often and make a little more money than theatre folks who don’t do musicals,.