When I got the call from the dispatcher, I feared the worst. I can’t tell you how relieved I am.’ ‘I’m not sure what happened,’ she said, si...tting down on a chair. ‘I’d like to ask you a few questions about tonight, if you’re feeling up to it. Is there something I can get you?’ ‘Actually, I’d like some coffee.’ ‘I’ll go,’ the doctor said. ‘Joann is busy with another patient. Cream and sugar?’ ‘Yes, thank you,’ Marla replied. Her hands shook when she tried to comb her hair with her fingers. ‘I. `Really hot day, man. I'm fucked out' he said,and then lay back and closed his eyes. As the train pulled out, heseemed to doze. But after a minute or so I was amazed to see him startto stroke the front of his satin shorts, at first very gently and thenmore firmly and insistently. All the time he kepthis eyes closed. Then he lifted one of his legs up to rest on the benchseat, and I could see up the leg of his shorts. I caught my breath,because underneath his crutch-hugging shorts I could. For over-forty I could passfor mid-thirties. I look like a woman who knows her own body, who'scomfortable in her own skin. Even if that skin isn't really her own.I take a deep breath and walk into the rehearsal room.Chapter 9"Ellen!"The room is like any other rehearsal space I've ever known. I've spentcountless hours in big, empty, slightly scuzzy rooms like this allthrough college. Until I dropped out, that is. There are threedifferent colors and patterns of carpet on the floor, all. Reaching behind me, he freed my wrists. "Doesn't seem like we need this anymore, huh? Your throat is trained nicely." Thank you Sir," I replied, rolling my shoulders to relieve the pain that I hadn't really realized had worked up by being restrained like that."I'm about ready to breed your fucking throat," he calmly continued. "I want you up on the washer/dryer, on your back, your head hanging over the edge."It was the perfect height for him to line his pole up with my open mouth/throat."It's.