Someone found the handcuffs and Helen’s wrists were cuffed behind her. There was some hurried conversation from one of the men that he hadn’t fuc...ked her yet and then the woman saying that she wanted “the favour returned”. Helen was pushed onto her back and felt the pressure in her arms as she lay on her cuffed wrists. She looked along the length of her body as one of the men grabbed the leg spreader and pushed her legs back towards her shoulders, a woman’s hand took the bar and Helen watched. . but I told myself again and again that life as a woman would be better than getting raped in prison. Her skirts and dresses fit me perfectly. When I finally got myself together and looked in the mirror, decked out complete with heels and stockings, I was Amanda Butler."A fast dash to the airport, a small bribe to get myself on the first flight out of Bali, and I found myself sitting in first class on Singapore Airlines, chatting with a man seated next to me who couldn't take his eyes off my. The footsteps drew nearer and seemed to stop at the urinals. They heard the sound of Johnson unzipping his fly and relieving his bladder. All the while, William was racking his brains for a way out of their precarious situation. It did not help that John was cutting off the blood flow in his left arm with a vice grip. Moments later, they heard the footsteps again and the sound of a faucet being turned on. In that same instant, a metaphorical light bulb lit up in Williams brain. He motioned for. Banging. Clanging.The sun was gradually sinking in the distance and the shadows were getting longer. On the stage the arcing, swaying bright lights became more obvious as a cloud passed in front of the sun. And then a cheer as Paul Van Dyk himself hit the stage. A few brief words from the podium while Kirsten and her friends paused in their dancing, and then at last the decks erupted as the sounds burst forth from the speakers, the heavy bass thundering across the fields as 'Iguana' erupted..