MICHAEL
Charlotte's wearing loose joggers and a vest and moves like a cat. Normally I admire her movement. While Beth sashays, Charlotte strides, moving with a fluid grace that says 'Damn the world. This is what I am'. Her pony-tail swings behind with her movement, emphasising her long lovely neck.
But right now, it occurs to me that her expression is predatory.
"I'll put some mats down," I say, "then no-one gets hurt."
"Fine." There's a glint at her mouth, her teeth showing.
I gesture the audience to back off while I lay out a good large area of mats. Charlotte watches me, almost imperceptibly stretching muscles; arms, legs, spine; and winding her head in a circle.
She knows I'm going to have to pull my punches....
Does she think that rule applies to her too?
?
?
Why should she have all the fun?
"Perhaps," I suggest, "we should start with a demonstration of what can happen when a woman is assaulted. Who's going to volunteer?"