Papillion was there waiting in the dark at the theatre right when I arrived. We went inside together and when I laid my instrument case to one of the benches, I found myself suddenly in her arms, falling prey to whatever her hands had decided to do. They tugged my pants loose at my waist, and they touched me inside.
Papillion sunk to her knees there on the platform stage with her back to the wall. She meant to steal a piece of me when no one was looking. And I cannot say no to her.
I can only look down upon her when she does this and watch.. with rapt fascination, I watch. Until I can watch no more, and I am forced to close my eyes and cling to her hair with my fingers.. resisting with all my heart and soul not to pull too tightly.
Just one drink and she sets me aflame.
