She thought of the teenage boys in the audience- who surely weren’t there for the music- she enjoyed the thought of being the subject of their wilde...st dreams. A little later she climbed out of the bath put on fresh underwear and a dressing gown and started searching the room for a lighter- smoking was one of her few vices yet she could never remember where she left her lighter. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ she thought to herself, ‘Lance will have one.’ Lance was one of her dancers, a strapping 25 year. The swelling had subsided considerably. I noticed that Steven had brought my traveling bag. I dressed myself. The skirt I wore yesterday was not adequate to the morning cold. It didn’t cover my knees. Despite that, I put it on again. I put on a light green blouse and white cotton sock on my right foot. Walking nearly without a limp, I went to the adjacent bathroom. After that, I went downstairs. Steven wasn’t there. He had left a note on the kitchen table. It said that the front axle is broken. She’d wallowed in it in the past and refused to be swallowed up again. Face it, life’s a bitch then you die!Joe watched the sorrow fill her face. He reached across the low table and touched her hand. “Jessica are you alright?”Kate quickly returned to the present, but her face still betrayed strong emotions.“I’m sorry Jessica, I’d like to give you some time and put this off, but decisions need to be made and there are people relying on you, so the sooner we can get through this the better. Do. I pulled it on andfastened up the buttons, all the while feeling the surreality of itcontrasting with the feelings I was already used to when I had done thispreviously.The shirt had practically no weight at all, but it was thick enough tostop unwanted eyes at least. As I turned to look at myself in themirror, J.J. saw my ass and the bruise there."Hmm," she said. "Lets hope that doesn't get seen." She reached into thecloset and pulled out a white bag which I used for PE. She looked insideand.