“I didn’t know we had any lesbians in this school.” Everyone around us started laughing. She had no idea what to say. All her smart-ass quips di...ed in her throat.“I think I do know your name after all ... It’s Ellen, right?” I laughed.“Just leave me alone,” she whined.“Just leave me a...” before I could finish mocking her, someone had grabbed me by my collar from behind. It was so fast that I couldn’t get my bearings.The person slammed his foot into the back of my knee and pulled downwards on my. . THEM. . OFF, he shouted, then sat back as I pulled my clothes off and backed up against the far wall. He said nothing, totally ignored me as he drank his water. When he finished he slowly placed the glass onto the dresser beside where he sat. I watched as he stood up and stretched like a cat who'd been laying in the sun, listen to me boy, he said you do what I say, the way I say and it'll go smooth. but, if I feel any resistance I'm simply gonna fuck you up, and fuck you any. You can call me Mrs. Parkinson, or Lisa if you prefer," she said. Then she stepped forward and, putting one hand on my shoulder, she ran the other hand through my collar-length black hair. "So do we have a deal, baby?" "Ok, I guess," I said, still not believing what was happening to me. "Good, I'm glad," she said softly, "Now, let's see what we can do to take care of that bill, shall we?" She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. As I walked behind this woman, I was in awe of her. It wasn't just that she did great on the stage in front of the audience. It wasn't just that she'd accomplished so much since she took over the job as my producer eight months ago. It was the other things. I guess a sigh escaped. "What?" she asked. "You are upset about something. Brian, what did I do wrong?" So quickly from elation to panic."No, honey. Nothing is wrong. You were wonderful. I'm trying not to be jealous!" You've never been jealous, Brian. What is it? What are you keeping back?".