“You really hate me don’t you?” she asked sincerely, softly even.“You represent everything I hate in this world,” I growled venomously back....he actually recoiled at my words. I thought I could see a tiny layer of wetness forming in her eyes. Even as angry as I was, the display caught me off guard.“What have I done to you slave? Did I deny your wife your freedom or something?”“I’m not a slave,” I said plainly, casting my gaze away from her.I could see her working through that one from the corner. I put off talking to her about it for a couple of weeks until, right before Thanksgiving.Shortly after I had my discussion with Katie, she had asked my sister out on a date. Natalie was a bit nervous about it, not because she thought I would disapprove or anything, but because she was still a bit nervous about "coming out" in front of the whole community."It was difficult enough doing that at home, with Chris," she said one night. "And that was Mom and Dad and you... and I knew you guys would. I can make a phone call to a girl I know and if her husbands not home she'll do us both." No shit?" said the first voice, "Both of us?"Second voice said, "Yeah, the bitch loves to fuck. She took on four of us once. Her old man is a truck driver and as soon as his taillights pass the city limit sign she is out looking for cock. Give me your cell phone. I've got her work number here in my wallet."I heard the beeps of a cell phone having its buttons pushed, a pause, and then, "May I please speak. Cliff didn’t see any action going on but he noticed some guys jerking off. He wondered why the theatre had a reputation of sexual activities. He was still standing along the side of the wall when a guy walked past him and whispered. ‘The action is upstairs, if that’s what you’re looking for.’ The guy kept walking out of the orchestra section of the theater. Cliff looked up toward the balcony but he could not see anything going on as it was very dark and many of the seats were hidden from view..