..in your apartment...while you were cooking....you danced. Dancefor me, Kajira," he replied.I thought back. That day in the apartment, Harold danced...."There is nomusic, Master," I replied.He jumped up, grabbing the whip again. "DANCE!" he yelled.I stood up. My mind raced back to that day, eight months ago. I was socarefree back then. The worst thing I had to worry about was that Iforgot to record my favorite television program. I continued to thinkback to my old life, Harold's life. What song. ..GOING ON HERE?!"It was time for me to speak."You see Emerson, or shall I say, Emily. We have had it up to here withyour woman bashing ways. We felt that it was about time that youexperienced sex through the eyes of a woman. Oh and by the way, we havetaken photos of you the entire time. In fact, the last one we took was ofyour open mouth, looking like it was eagerly accepting a penis to enteryour mouth. We will hack onto your sight and place every photo on theirfor the world to see, unless you. I gave him gladly what Eric and I had lovingly taught each other. All of it. All the feeling. All the emotion and the intimacy.And it wasn't "just sex."I am not a woman who does "just sex." Sex is part of me, of who I am. I gave myself to him, not just my body. I didn't just allow him to have me, I enjoyed him. I made very sure that he'd get all of me. That he would enjoy me as much as Eric did. And even more.Even more.Only after I got caught did I return to my senses. No, that's another lie. . to take your clothes off in front of each other?”Jessie gave that question a few moments thought before answering. She wasn’t sure how much she should say about the Tuesday afternoon session in the Communal Dormitory so all she said was, “Well, not too long I guess. Only a day, I suppose.”After a brief pause she continued on with, “Well, actually, some of us had started exploring the Communal Dormitory over there which is only meant for naked campers. We decided we should be naked too while.