When the show is over it's hard not having a personality to fall back on. For me, that's when the booze became personal as well as professional.Nathan... had become a success faster than I had. Within a couple of years of coming to the city, he had proven himself to be the backstage Superman that he knew he could be. He worked hideous hours -- longer than mine. Stage managers have to organize everyone, from actors to lighting to the clean up crew. He was made of energy and never seemed to take a. "How do you know that I need any help?" Please, Ral. You're young, impetuous, naïve and have others who look to you for protection and more. What I told you on the flight is true. You are condemned, and I may be your only salvation."Okay, this guy had me pegged pretty well. "Then I don't understand why no one but you would help me."He smiled and seemed to ignore the implied question. "May I come in for a moment? It is quite cold out here."I looked back at the girls. They were standing at my. "Please don't do that, please don't!" Melissa begged.Apparently at this point, she had forgotten all about her rape fantasy and was worried that she was about to be killed. I felt bad and I nearly stopped the whole scene, but she wanted this fantasy so I was going to let it transpire.Jim still had Melissa by the hair and forced her over to the bed and he started pulled off her clothing. "No, please don't do this!" Melissa begged."You ain't got no money, so I'm gonna fuck that tight white pussy. He had never given that kind of thing much thought before, thinking it sick, but that night had changed his mind. The way the animal jackhammered into the sweet teen, utterly dominating her, was... intoxicating. A popup appeared in the bottom of the screen; an email notification. He wouldn't have bothered with it normally, but it was from the host of the party two weeks ago. The only other email he'd recieved was just a few days after the event, and had contained the video he had been.