If you're going to eat me, then do. I consent. I'll do whatever you ask. I comply, but please, don't betray me to the bandits outside. Help me! Tutor ...e! Show me what I must do!"I didn't budge. Instead, I was imagining her lying on her back, wriggling with discomfort as I coated her skin with pig's fat with the aid of a coarse horsehair brush, teasing the grease inside her cracks. Then, with this done, all that remained was to coax a dry hickory fire into life.I stroked the nun's tunic, angry. Mommy, I don't wantany dresses. I'm a boy.To which she replied in a patronizing way, "Oh yes, sure you're alittle boy. Now get into the dressing room before this nice lady has towitness a bare bottom spanking." Oh dear, you do have your hands full with that one don't you. But I'llbet once she's in a pretty dress like her sister she'll enjoy being agirl," the sales lady said as Mom taking me by the shoulder in apainful grip ushered me towards the changing room. Diane was shocked asI was thrust. But never mind. So what are you doing taking Chinese Art History?"Amber cocked her head. "I dunno. Figured it would be an easy 'A'." Well then," a deep baritone voice with a thick Asian accent filled in. We both looked up to see the professor walking in the door. "You may be in for a rude surprise."Amber blushed and got out her notebook, readying herself to take notes. I took a second longer to look over her. Unlike most college students, who typically wore T-shirts and jeans, Amber looked like. Keith opened the door and we went inside. He told me, "Lose the Shirt DeAnn." I laid it on the counter and walked back behind the curtain. Where my hands were cuffed behind my back and Keith told me to keep my legs wide open while he fed me pizza and soda and ate himself. When he decided lunch was over he wiped the pizza sauce off my face and said, "Well, I bet you've been wondering about the front display room I mentioned before lunch?"I smiled and nodded my head yes. Keith got up and pulled.