Thirty-Two
Fire
He had never been a voyeur. He’d never taken nude or partially-clothed pictures of himself or any of the girls he dated. Or made a video of a girl stripping, or of the two of them having s*x. It wasn’t that he was a prude. It was because he always believed that what happened between two people who chose to be intimate should remain just between them. Yes, there had been times he’d been tempted, especially during his teens. But eventually, his conscience always prevailed. Thank God.
This time none of that mattered. It didn’t matter that three dozen people stood less than ten feet away, listening to everything he and did. Watching their every shadowy movement reflected on the thin walls.
It didn’t matter because their lives depended on whether or not he could make her
