" My help?"She nodded, jerking her thumb in the general direction of my brother's car. "Greg had a little too much to drink at a party tonight." She e...plained, and then amended. "Actually, a LOT too much to drink. He's been throwing up and he's barely conscious. If your parents find out, they'll kill him. They'll take his car away from him." Yep." I said, making no move to help her, a smile forming on my face. "They sure will."Though Theresa, whom Greg had been dating about four months, always. I went up the stairs.At the top was a curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hallway lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a dressing room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the door. She wasn't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Inside was a table with a mirror. ..I thought this cant be happing to myself...I followed her to my room making sure I was crawling as low as possible..she took of her dark black nightie standing in the nude her trimmed fiery red bush just out of reach of my face..and her pale soft skin her light pink nipples becoming erect and hardening from how cold the room was I could see my own breath when I spoke to her.."now my slave you may eat me..and make sure u please your mistress or YOU WILL be punished she" said..i spread her legs. He then took off his glasses whichrevealed red eyes from all of his crying. There were also dark circlesunder his eyes showing that he was lacking sleep. Eric then removed hiscoat to reveal a red housedress that was hanging loosely on him becauseas Adam had guessed he had lost a lot of weight. Taking off the cut alsorevealed dark bruises on his arms. Eric hung the cut up and then satback down. Adam looked at his friend's arms "Did she?" he asked lookingup. Eric nodded sadly. "That bastard!".