"I'm just trying to understand why you would do that?!" "Understand? Does it look like I even fucking understand myself?!" He shouts walking closer to me as I shake in fear. His hand reaches up to my hair, placing stray strands behind it. "Don't do that babe, don't try to understand me, it'll drive you fucking insane" . . . Sawyer has been fighting her own battles for a while. Now, she's tired and is silently pleading for help. Enter, Elias Eaton, the one person who is deafened by her scilene, wishes to help her but there is one problem, he can't seem to figure out how to, how not to be rude, how not to be aggressive, basically how not be himself. Will he finally learn? Or will they meet a tragic end.

Encore - Michael Faudet I love to watch you touch yourself, on rainy afternoons. The wandering hands. The soft little moans. Hips twitching. Wet fingers fucking. A solo show, performed for one.