Wayne organized the crews and they loaded in the limited scenery. When the thrones were on stage it looked much better than it had in Keswick. They ca...refully taped out positions on the stage. Hamlet and Laertes rehearsed their swordplay under Judith’s watchful eye. Wayne worked on improvising a grave scene in a theater that had no levels to work with. Backstage, they cleared as much space as possible and tied all the ropes off in one direction.“Clothesline,” Wayne muttered. On stage, he called. A few weeks after she had returned to Dubai, Marie’s thoughts began to turn to getting permission to go out for a weekend night. She had begun to feel the old craving for cock from strangers, and she needed to satisfy that urge. So, she approached her employer.“Madam, can I take some time off next Thursday night? I want to go to visit my friend in Barsha.” Marie crossed her fingers, hoping the answer would be positive. Instead she received a shock.Marie’s employer spoke. “Marie, you have worked. She started to cry and try to talk at the same time. "That last Indian was the one who led the torture of my husband, and who was the first one to rape me. He hurt my husband and he hurt me. I wish I could have hurt him some to get him back for the pain he caused."I said, "I don't know how much good it will do, but we can fix him so that he will have a lousy life in the Happy Hunting Grounds. Maybe that will make you feel better." She agreed, so I cut off his balls and cock, cut off all of his. I looked at them, trying to imagine her thought process. It seemed that she intended to collect all four utensils in her purse by the end of the night.I heard her coming up the stairs and I quickly moved to the corner, standing with my hands at my sides. I felt an increasing sense of giddiness with every step she took. Blood flowed to my penis and it pressed against the inside of my jeans. By the time she entered the room my fingers had migrated to my growing erection where I massaged it.