I do not have to concentrate on limiting the noise I make and I prefer to bite down on something rather than clench my teeth until they hurt. I merely...bite down on the gag and only when I am in the deepest grips of pain are any cries wrenched from me. My minds is drifting now, I await his next move. There is a know at the door. He pulls a blanket over me. It is the housekeeper, a sour old woman. I hear her whining and then hear him telling her I will be available at 3 to meet with her. He. ‘She had to change her name because the doctors got nervous working around anyone named ‘Sue!’ Right? Right?’ Biff did a quick little soft-shoe as a drum rimshot sounded over the speakers. The audience groaned appreciatively. Biff finished his dance step and smiled. ‘Well, enough of this frivolity. We’ve got some girls to bimbo! Now, ladies, here’s what you’ll be dealing with. Nurse Suzi is injecting you each with a secret hormone specifically created by those hardworking scientists at Blonde. I took out my laptop and I had a pretty good collection of movies. I played the one where teenagers have sex and then some. While watching, we were playing with each other. We had our full clothes on. We felt it is a bit of hot. So, I switched on AC and set the temperature to 20 degree. With the temperature getting better, I started some songs in my speakers, so that our hissing sound won’t make any suspicions. I brought my hand near her neck and pulled her towards me. Before starting we wanted. In the fierce Limelight that shift was wholly transparent. I was exposed to everyone as if I was stark naked. What could I do? I carried on as if it was part of the Charade. I continued to descend, straight into Sir Henry’s arms. He swung me around so that his body shielded me from the audience. He lifted me and carried me behind the curtains which closed hurriedly. There was a deathly silence from the audience and then loud applause. The narrator had to wait until he could ask the audience.