She allowed herself one peek around the corner to make sure no one was headed her way, looking over the top of her glasses as she could hardly see any...hing through them. She took a long breath to steady herself. I really must be crazy, she thought, one last time. I could just tell Him I did what He told me… He’d never know. Then, as instructed, she quickly unfastened her jacket and let it drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing only her black high heels, stockings and her most frilly and. The Chamber was nothing like I expected it to be. I wasn’t chained to a wall. I wasn’t kept in some dank, dark cell. I wasn’t beaten. It was quite the opposite. I made friends inside with the other girls. I had massages and manicures. I had my own personal trainer and groomer. The only time I felt like I was in hell was when I had to perform sex acts with strangers who, by the end of my year, weren’t even strangers to me anymore. All of this, and the money, makes me even more confused, and. The mix of strength and beauty, of power and grace, of virility andfemininity is a heady combination of contrasting qualities synthesized ina Caucasian-African-American unity that defies both race and sex and atribute to the ideal of multiculturalism and political, social, andsexual equality.Jimmy also draws and paints fantasy transsexuals. One is of aprehistoric-looking, straggle-haired brunette vampire with cloven feetand a serpent-like tail. Dressed in a leopard skin, with chains. Not one girl messaged him. Not one. It was part of why she wasthere now... he felt so lonely. Seeing her brought him joy, she was sobeautiful... it felt so good to have her around, but he was still verylonely with her. As a sea of testosterone filled pop-ups filled herscreen, she couldn't help but think... I'm so much more wanted than he is..People want to talk to me, not to him. She wondered what would happenif... She found a name on the screen that sounded interesting and lookedat his.