I'm naked and they are fully clothed and it looks like I'm there to be molested. Why else would I be naked? A man will reach over casually, as if it's...the most natural thing in the world, and twist one of my nipples. Or a woman will give my sissystick a nasty tug and laugh. I don't know why but sometimes they seem so mean, to take pleasure in hurting me. I always feel like apologizing. But apologizing for what? I'm not sure. For being naked, for not knowing why I'm here?Sometimes a man will. ..where? She was going to find out.She emerged from the path to find herself in a trainyard."You lost, lady?"She turned to find two rough-looking men blocking off the way she had come. "Nope!" she responded genially. "Just exploring."The men stepped forward. "Dangerous out at night," the taller one said, "you maybe want some company?"She smiled. "Sure, if you think you can keep up." Then she took off running deeper into the yard."Hey! Goddamnit..."She heard the sound of pursuit as their feet. " she said. Yeah I know, right! Here I am thinking I might possibly have a chance then I get this Roadblock tossed in my face. Fuckin' College!!!!!!!!"Nice to meet you." I say with a shake and a smile. "You look familiar Nick, where do I know you from?" Paige asked. "I'm pretty much all over the Campus. Washing the White Boards, emptying the trash..basically anything that is meanial." I said"Oh right!" she said. "Oh stop that...he's being modest. He's very eloquent and well read too." Audrey. He was definitely getting into his role, and started hollering for any more customers as I pushed through the heavy curtain.Inside there was a ring of metal chairs, all facing a small raised platform. Standing on the platform was a figure, covered head to toe with a long hooded cloak. Not an inch of flesh was visible, and the figure didn't move a muscle. There was still a nervous energy about the room, though, as I took one of the last remaining seats. The doorman came through the curtain and.