"Be my guest. Left from here, left at first hall and then a right at the second hall." Thanks," I smiled as I left.Leah's door was locked up tight and...the lights were off. Her classroom, like just about everything else about her, was neat and orderly. There were some posters, a few murals, a big desk in front, books in back and little desks lined up neatly in rows in the middle. Her desk was neat and orderly and nearly empty, a little picture of both of us, laughing on what looked like our. Few women report finding the access ports reappearing at odd months often accompanied by the sound of deep breathing and the sound of heavy steps beneath them. Fewer women still will report seeing ghostly naked women outside these points, always cautiously approaching these noisy doors, always wearing a face fixed with terror despite the evident arousal between their nether-lips, they always open these doors and descend gesturing for the witness to follow them. The doors close themselves. “Step out where we can see you,” one said, waving his shotgun.“I’m alone,” Melissa said as she came closer. “I’m unarmed, honest.”“By damn,” said one of the young men, “it’s a girl. Where’d you come from? Get over here and sit.” He gestured.Melissa sat Indian fashion and pushed her shirttail down between her legs, aware of how bare she was before these strangers. “Over there,” she said. “Virginia. I got away. They’re looking for me.”“The Nazis?” asked one.“Got away from what?” demanded the. Later, I found out she had called, from North Carolina and listened to my message five times, just to hear my voice before she actually called to talk. In the evening the phone rang. It was Beth. A Pleasant, most feminine voice, directed my attention to the conversation. We chatted for an hour Exchanging pleasantries. Over the course of the next few months, maybe a year ... we talked by phone and on the computer ... and it became graphic.She was suppressed. She was a woman who had been in a.