Of course I had seen all the footage and heard the sounds. Watching Helene in bed with Brian over the past weekend at their home, I was convinced that...Helene was acting — faking orgasms. I had wondered why the hell she doing this to herself and Michael if she didn't get some enjoyment out of it? Was she always a frigid bitch or did she hate Michael that much? Once I got to the end of the DVD I discovered why."Teri... I've seen enough... I still can't believe it. It's like these are photos from. There was a roster posted, I was rostered fort kitchen duty on the third night so at 5pm I headed over there. It was all quiet I expected noise, oh well I went in, there was one girl there, being new to the school I didn't know her name but I had seen her. She was pretty with a nice figure and light brown hair, she was sitting on a low bench wearing a chefs apron. "Hi I'm Alan" I said, "I know" she said, "I'm Sheree", then she lifted the apron revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any. " After some thought I added (in POE-etic fashion): "Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore. `Tis a blimp and nothing more." Having decided this I turned back into my house, grabbed a sweater off the back of a chair, and headed out the door and down the street towards the mysterious light. As I drew closer I began to be a trifle frightened. "What if it's one of those alien flying machines you read so much about in the Fortean Times and other places," I muttered, only. "You asked me something Graham?"Unsure what was happening I started again, "Master S..." Slap! Again."Graham, you asked me something?"The penny dropped. I kept quiet. He smiled."Gwendolyn, did you want to ask me something?" Master Sir, please can this pathetic sissy kiss your feet as a signof respect?"Following his orders I removed his shoes and socks. He made me holdhis socks and sniff them. They were warm and slightly damp. Justholding them revolted me, but to sniff them, have them so close.