Inside was a young man of about 19. I went up to him and said, "I am number 9". "Good, he said, you are here for some piercings, please remove you...r clothes, no talking, just nods or shake of the head if you are asked a question". For the second time that day I disrobed in front of a stranger, and was taken through to a table on which I was made to lie. "You will be pierced in you nipples and your labia, is that OK?" I nodded yes and straps were attached to my wrists and ankles, and I . Can't look at me.I think about the circumstances. I think about how far I've come thissummer, from drafting a lesson plan to taking five classes a day. Fromdropping out of college to teaching these kids. From failing as an actorto playing a role every day and killing it. I think about what Ellensaid to me. What Shayna said to me. What my Dad said to me."Which circumstances?" I ask him. "The ones in the classroom or in thebedroom?"He looks at me then. He lifts his head and sees me for the first. ‘Ahhh… I slept pretty well, though I imagine that we might have been more comfortable somewhere like the bed.’ She whirled around, finger poking me in the chest. ‘Who’re you to complain?!’ Her cries rose louder as she moved towards me, forcing me to back up against the rough logs of the outside wall. ‘You fell asleep on top of me! I’m the one who wound up sleeping on the floor. You had padding!’ Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up. The indignant look on her face. The energy swirled around the man, the spirits invisible to the two humans.He blinked, shaking his head as, to him, the prostitute had shifted to the other side of the bed. But then he just shrugged and pounced on her. He fell on the bed beside the hooker, his cock thrusting forward as he fucked the visage only he could see.“Yes, yes, yes, take it, whore!” he snarled, his hairy balls swaying as his little cock pumped in the air.The hooker’s jaw dropped. She sat up, her hands going to her.