The Karens
Copyright© 2025 by Michele Nylons
Chapter 3: The Right Kind Of Victim
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Right Kind Of Victim - Transgender teen Alexandra Plessy moves to Masons Peak to complete her senior year and escape her sex addicted uncle. She keeps her transgender identity secret and has to navigate the challenges of being 'the new kid'. She piques the interest of 'The Karens', three middleclass, self-centered, overly entitled bullies who are determined to put her in her place. She has to satisfy her uncle's sexual appetite whilst trying to have a stable relationship with her boyfriend.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Coercion Reluctant TransGender School Incest Uncle Niece Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Leg Fetish Small Breasts Revenge Transformation
Alex awoke at dawn, the pale winter light creeping through the curtains. She had slept on the couch in her dress and when she saw the empty bottle of Australian shiraz and the two empty glasses on the coffee table she realised that the nightmare she been having was real. Mitch Bellingham knew that she was trans and when she had told him he had abandoned her.
She checked her cell phone but there were no messages.
Wearily she made her way to the bedroom, stripped, removed her makeup and showered. She was dreading going to school today because there was the distinct possibility that Mitch had told someone else that Alex was trans and hot gossip travelled fast. She put on a pleated tartan skirt, black opaque tights, a white long-sleeved blouse and a tartan blazer that matched her skirt. She fixed her hair and makeup and set her resolve. This could likely be one of the worse days of her life but she would not retreat into the façade of the dowdy poppet she had once been.
She slipped her feet into the chunky block heeled Mary Janes with the over-arch straps and checked her reflection in the mirror. Mitch had been right last night when he’d said that no one could possibly think that she was anything other a young woman but if the truth was out it would make no difference. She looked pretty and stylish but she also looked tired with bags under her eyes.
She was too anxious to eat so she drank a cup of coffee and slipped on her fur-lined coat. It had snowed overnight and the bleak urban terrain matched her mood. As she drove to school she played out various scenarios in her head. She would be shunned, derided and mocked. The Karens would be waiting, their mouths filled with vitriol and malice. She might even be attacked in the restroom.
Alex knew that none of that was likely. The school had a policy of inclusiveness and there were openly gay male and female students who got along just fine with their straight classmates. What she felt guilty about was that she had kept her transgender identity a secret and no one liked liars and imposters.
When she parked she didn’t see Mitch’s Dodge pickup in the lot. She checked her phone again ... nothing. She resisted the urge to text him and followed the cleared path to the school entrance dreading every step.
It was a normal school day. No one had fragged her locker nor was there an intimidating note taped to the door, there was no chorus of derision or hateful glances. Those who knew her well enough said hello, she got the same pervy glances that all the pretty girls got from some of the boys. She was not confronted by her homeroom tutor nor had Mary Applebee dispatched one of her lackies to demand that Alex report to the Vice Principal’s office. It was almost surreal.
But there was no sign of Mitch Bellingham and he didn’t turn up all day, nor did he call or leave a message. Alex made it through the day almost in a trance. She barely acknowledged that she had been assigned the role as assistant stage director for the play. Of course Karen Allbright was selected for lead role as Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield would play the roles of the pseudo ‘ugly sister’ office bitches. Mitch Bellingham had been selected for the male lead but of course he wasn’t in class to acknowledge it.
When Alex arrived home Mitch Bellingham was sitting on her stoop. This wasn’t some fairytale. He wasn’t holding a dozen red roses, he didn’t race down the driveway and sweep her off her feet. He sat there looking morosely at his feet. Alex unlocked the door and hung her schoolbag and coat up in the hallway. Mitch followed her inside and closed the door.
“Is this a coffee situation or an alcohol situation?” Alex asked when Mitch sat himself down at the little dining table.
Mitch just sat gloomily looking at his hands so Alex poured two double shots of vodka and placed one down in front of Mitch and then she took a seat opposite him.
“Well?” she asked when Mitch remained silent.
“Well what? You lied to me and it wasn’t some little white lie. Is your whole life just one big lie? Who the fuck are you?” Mitch finally spoke.
“Technically I didn’t lie to you. I omitted to tell you something. Yes, it’s a big something but the reality is I was going to keep things between us platonic. I had this silly fantasy that we could just be friends but every time we got together I couldn’t help myself. You trigger something in me that I just can’t control,” Alex said and downed her shot.
“You think that flattering me like that somehow absolves you of deceit?” Mitch replied and downed his shot.
Alex said nothing. She knew that Mitch was right and she was wrong. She did what she always did, she deflected.
“You got the male lead in the play. You’re to play Steven Rankin the lame-ass boss, as you so eloquently put it. You’re a perfect fit: sorta handsome in that unkempt, unassuming kinda way and being a worldclass asshat, you won’t really have to act,” Alex tried to dial down the tension.
“I suppose Karen Allbright got the lead so at least I’ll get to kiss a hot chick, maybe feel her up a little in the love scenes. She does have great tits,” Mitch gave a wan smile.
“But you’re a leg and ass man. However I suppose she has great legs and a tidy ass too,” Alex countered.
“Ok, enough of the witty repartee, tell me the truth,” Mitch said soberly.
“Ok, but we are going to need more of this; at least I am,” Alex pointed at the shot glasses.
She went back to the freezer and took out the bottle of vodka and placed it on the table. She poured more shots, took a deep breath and told Mitch everything about her life. The only omission she made was that she was effectively her uncle’s concubine, prostituting herself for the sake of Miles Davenport’s altruism and financial aid. She painted her uncle as a philanthropist whom she loved because of his acceptance of her gender and his generosity. She made no mention of having sex with her uncle and implied that she had learned about sex from a couple of short-lived dalliances with tranny chasers back in Miami.
Mitch remained silent for a while and drank another shot before he spoke.
“So many of my questions answered but so many of them remain unanswered,” Mitch sighed.
“Go ahead and ask?” Alex poured them both another drink.
“How much of that is you?” he waved at her body.
“Mitch it’s pretty much all me. I have breast implants but so do a lot of cis women. I take hormones which have helped shape my body and means I don’t have facial hair. What you see is me, a young woman. I look like a woman, I walk like a woman, I speak like a woman and I even think like a woman. I never really thought of myself as a boy,” Alex explained.
“Oh ok, I can accept all that. You are one of the most feminine girls I know. But what about down there,” Mitch nodded towards Alex’s lower extremities.
“Ok, we finally got there. There are no definitive studies but it is estimated that only somewhere between fifteen and twenty percent of transgender women undertake bottom surgery. As for me, I don’t need a designer vagina to feel like a real woman. To be blunt, I like having a functioning penis, it gives me great pleasure. There, now you know,” Alex said a little heatedly.
“Look, I know that you like everything about my body above and below my genitals, you have certainly taken advantage of it. That’s why I kept you out of my panties and told you that I’m not going to fuck you. I came out to you as transgender so that you could know the truth and decide for yourself whether or not you wanted keep seeing me. If I had a designer vagina I could probably have just lied to you,” Alex leaned across and reached for Mitch’s hand but he drew it away.
“But you did lie to me. A lie of omission. You are a duplicitous bitch,” Mitch sniped.
Tears formed in Alex’s eyes but she refused to cry.
“I bared my soul to you Mitch. Other than Miles, no one knows as much about me as you do. Now it’s for you to decide. Do we remain lovers, do we remain friends or do we just go our separate ways?” Alex tried to remain calm when she said this.
“I’m so conflicted Alex. I spent all day today thinking about you and my emotions have ranged from anger to pity,” this time Mitch reached for Alex’s hand but she yanked it away.
“Don’t you dare pity me Mitchell Bellingham! I like who I am. I love who I am! I don’t want your pity and certainly don’t need your approval,” Alex pushed her chair away from the table and got to her feet.
Mitch stood up and confronted Alex.
“What do you want from me?” he took her hands in his and this time she let him.
“I want your affection. I want intimacy. I want your respect. I want some form of attachment but I’ll settle for friendship,” Alex searched his eyes for the truth.
“Jeez Alex you know I respect you. You are the most intelligent girl that I have ever met but I can’t offer you friendship,” Mitch said and Alex’s bottom lip began to quiver.
“I don’t want us to be friends. I want us to be emotionally involved and devoted to each other. I like the old fashioned term sweethearts,” Mitch took Alex in his arms and kissed her softly and Alex collapsed against him.
The tension, the fear, the dread and the self-doubt drained from her. Mitch held her close and kissed her cheek and stroked her hair.
“You are the most beautiful and articulate woman that I have ever met. I never feel as comfortable as I do as when I’m with you. We click. We relate to each other. We make each other laugh. We both see the world through the same lens. We complete each other,” Mitch whispered in Alex’s ear and she couldn’t help but cry.
“Also, we kinda hit it off sexually, I get a boner every time I think of you,” Mitch tried to bring some levity to the situation.
“Me too,” Alex couldn’t help herself.
Mitch burst out laughing.
“Not many guys get to hear that from their girlfriend,” he chuckled.
“Is that what I am? Am I your girlfriend?” Alex searched his face for any trace of deception but she saw only adoration.
“We can keep it on the downlow if you like but if any of those horny seniors make advances to my girl they will regret it. Except for the offensive linemen. If any of those guys come for you, you’re on your own,” Mitch pinched her bottom.
Alex dug him in the ribs but her laugh broke the tension.
“Can I use your bathroom, I’ve been drinking coffee all day and now all that vodka and I really need to pee,” Mitch unlatched himself from Alex.
“My bathroom is ensuite to my bedroom,” Alex pointed down the short corridor.
“Wow! I finally get to explore your bedroom,” Mitch turned towards the corridor.
“My panty drawer is second from the top. If you make a mess in them you have to clean it up,” Alex called after him jokingly.
“The only panties I’m interested in right now are the ones you are wearing,” Mitch called out just before he disappeared into the bedroom.
Alex went searching for another bottle of Australian shiraz. At eight hundred dollars a bottle, the Penfolds Bin 180 Cabernet Shiraz she selected from the small wine collection that Miles kept at her apartment was an extravagance but she considered that the situation warranted it.
She put the vodka back in the freezer, cleared away the shot glasses and brought two crystal wine glasses to the table along with the wine. Mitch came into the room twirling the lace trimmed black full-cut panties she had worn during their previous encounter around his finger.
“Look what I found,” Mitch grinned at her.
“You put them back!” Alex squealed playfully.
“No! You put them on,” Mitch threw the panties at her.
“You were wearing them last night and I really like them,” Mitch grinned at her.
“Ok, but I’m not doing that here. It’s my turn to use the bathroom,” Alex waved the panties at him and departed for bedroom.
It was the perfect opportunity for Alex to prepare herself for what she hoped lay ahead. She took off her jacket, skirt, pantyhose and panties and went into the bathroom. She did what was necessary and then inserted two Wet Stuff bodyglide capsules into her freshly cleaned anus and went into the bedroom to fix her makeup. She took a pair of sheer nylon holdup stockings from the drawer and put them on followed by the black panties that Mitch had thrown at her. She stepped into her skirt, put on a pair of heels, refreshed her perfume and went back into the kitchen-diner.
“Wow! You look very nice. You took so long in there that I was tempted to come and find you,” Mitch went over to Alex and kissed her.
“Isn’t that what women do? Make their boyfriends wait for them,” Alex smiled and Mitch felt his heart soar.
“Do you want some wine?” Alex nodded at the bottle breathing on the table.
“After,” Mitch whispered and kissed her.
“After what?” Alex breathed.
Mitch said nothing. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He undressed in front of her and Alex helped him. He was rampant and Alex gasped when she saw the size of him.
“Now you,” Mitch murmured.
Alex took off her skirt, blouse and brassiere and was about to kick off her heels.
“Leave them on; they’re sexy,” Mitch sat on the bed leaving Alex standing before him and he traced a finger down her leg.
“You’re sexy,” he growled, then traced his finger back up her leg to where the welt of her stocking met her bare flesh.
He followed the curve of her hip and traced his fingertips across her belly then followed the arc of her waist. His fingertips grazed her nipples and Alex gasped, the sexual tension was building between them. His fingers continued their journey, tracing the hollows of her clavicles, sauntering along her swan-like neck and then on to her face where he stroked the small scar on her chin then caressed her cheek and then he put a fingertip on her lips and traced the outline of them before pushing it in her mouth.
Alex though that it was one of the most gentle erotic thing she had ever experienced as she sucked on Mitch’s finger, standing before him nearly naked, but they both knew that there was an issue that needed confronting. Alex hadn’t tucked and her semi-erect penis tented the front of her panties, a tiny dewy wet patch was beginning to blossom on the black satin.
Mitch was aware of it and he had avoided touching her pubis when he traced his fingertips along her body, lying to himself that he had done so to build the erotic tension between them. The truth was that he was scared to touch her there. He just didn’t know how he would react.
Alex was only inches away from him, fashion model tall, her long shapely legs sheathed in the sexy diaphanous nylons, her feet shod in fuck-me-pumps. Her curvaceous hips, buxom ass, perky breasts, flat belly and flawless alabaster skin were a marvel. Her wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif framed her face, the highlights accentuated in the fading light, her natural blonde roots were showing through. Alex’s face was unconventionally beautiful. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth, she had a small but prominent scar on her chin but her cheeks were well defined and exhibited a rosy hue creating a captivating facial silhouette. Her lips were full and sensual and he could lose himself in those glacial emerald-green eyes.
Alex began to shake a little, her eyes half-closed as Mitch began the return journey. This time his fingers lingered on her breasts, cupping each one, circling her areolas, grazing her nipples, then onward down her body. He caressed the crease where her legs joined her torso and then they diverged from their journey. He traced the lacy waistband of her panties across her belly. His fingers followed the seam down the side and he fondled the lacy legholes, deliberately avoiding the front panel.
Mitch took a deep breath and then his fingers began to drift across the front of the black satin panties, closing in on the prominent bulge.
Alex shuddered and her hand darted out and she clamped her fingers around Mitch’s wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong and she prevented him from continuing his exploration.
“You don’t have to touch me there. There are ways of making love to me such that you never have to see or touch it. I’ll just leave my panties or my pantyhose on and keep it tucked away,” Alex whispered.
Mitch looked up at the angel who towered so close to him that he could hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her body. Her eyes were full of trepidation, imploring him to stop what he was about to do. She was shaking with anxiety. She was scared that her uniqueness would ruin what should be the most sublime moment between them.
“I don’t want parts of you Alex. I want all of you,” Mitch smiled up at her and removed her hand from his wrist.
Mitch swallowed and set his resolve. He caressed the silky fabric of her panties and then he traced the outline of her penis, barely touching it and Alex moaned. Mitch became emboldened. He ran his finger along the length of her phallus, feeling the pulse of it through the silky satin. He witnessed the dewy stain blossom where her glans pressed against the flimsy fabric.
Mitch was both fascinated and relieved. There was nothing revolting about her genitalia. It was part of her and he adored every inch of her and he was amazed at how a simple stroke of his hand could cause her so much pleasure, manifested in the growing bulge in her panties. But then he shouldn’t be surprised. When Alex fondled him down there, didn’t his own body react accordingly?
He gripped Alex’s penis and began to stroke it, rubbing the lustrous fabric of her panties against her straining flesh. A bubble of precum formed where the stain had blossomed.
“Oh god!” Alex whimpered and pushed his hand away and fell on him.
They scooted onto the bed and Mitch lay prone with Alex on top of him, kissing him fervently, her hand stroking his face while her body writhed against his. Mitch felt her breasts flatten against his chest and her nipples harden. Her legs, sheathed in the gossamer stockings, shimmied against his tender flesh. Her kisses were hot wet and yearning, her tongue flittering inside his mouth, her lips crushed against his lips. The feel of her body, the scent of her perfume, the caress of her hair against his face and neck were a powerful stimulant that fuelled his desire.
He could feel her cock grinding against his, her satin panties the only barrier between their turgid flesh. He found it surprisingly erotic. There was nothing ‘gay’ about it. This was not some homoerotic experiment between two boys. Alex was a beautiful, sexy, exotic young woman and he had no problem dealing with that. He was too swept up in her seductiveness and her desirability to be playing homophobic mind games.
Alex could hardly contain her desire. She pressed her body against Mitch’s muscled torso, her kisses were almost savage as she mashed her lips against his and swirled her tongue in his mouth, tasting him, feeling his tongue collaborate. Her breasts ached with suppressed desire, her nipples were tender and tingled delightfully as they grazed against Mitch’s chest. Her cock was afire as she ground it against Mitch’s mighty organ, her panties an ethereal veil of gossamer that shielded their throbbing flesh.
Suddenly Alex unglued her body from Mitch’s, his kisses a ghostly presence on her lips, her bosom still afire. She could sense that if they continued their canoodling one or both of them would likely climax and although that would be wonderful, she had something more epicurean in mind.
Alex straddled Mitch, her legs bestride him, her thighs pressed against his flanks, her buttocks pressed into his groin. She squirmed her ass against his cock and felt it judder and she knew that she must consummate their desires before Mitch climaxed prematurely. She eased aside the gusset of her panties and lifted her lower extremities off his torso and guided his penis between her buttocks so that his glans pressed against her sphincter. The length and girth of his manhood was almost terrifying and she prayed that the lubricating gelcaps would served their purpose.
Alex lowered herself only a smidge, feeling Mitch’s bulbous, mushroomed head press harder against her entrance. She closed her eyes and pushed downward and suppressed a scream as his glans punctured her tight ring, stretching her sphincter to the conjuncture where she thought it might tear.
Mitch placed his hands on Alex’s hips, gently supporting her, watching her grimace, hearing her grunt and gasp. He’d had women complain that he was almost too big for them when he penetrated their vaginas, although their complaints seemed to quickly become moans of desire once they accommodated him and he prayed that Alex would be able to take him as he felt her sphincter tightly cling to his glans. The sensation of her tight ring clutching at the head of his phallus was delightful.
Alex endured the pain, allowing her sphincter to stretch to its extremity until finally the sublime agony became a dull ache and then a deep resonating delightful pang. She opened her eyes and saw the concern on Mitch’s face and she forced herself to smile as she slowly pressed downward and gasped as Mitch’s steely weapon began to slide inside her. Her anus stretched to accommodate him, thankfully the lubricant eased the passage of the monster cock that was splitting her wide open.
Mitch’s face registered surprise and delight as Alex’s rectum enveloped his cock. It was so tight and pliable; a moist velvety sheath into which his aching manhood slowly penetrated. He saw the look of anguish on Alex’s face change into a mask of pleasure and he let go of her hips and put his hands to her breasts and fondled them, caressing her engorged nipples, adding fuel to the fire that was raging in Alex’s belly. He saw that her cock was straining against her panties, the head had sprung free of the waistband and a slivery tendril of precum dangled from the eye.
He reached for her and scooped up the viscous discharge and used it to lubricate her penis as he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it. Alex cried out and began to raise herself up off his mighty organ and then ground down on it, driving it deep into her body. Her face was a mask of rapture. Her eyelids fluttered, she ground her teeth, she furrowed her brow, her mouth formed a grimace as she began to ride his bloated pole.
Mitch had barely began to stroke Alex’s cock when it juddered in his hand and a freshet of scalding jism splashed across his belly and chest, quickly followed by a succession of spritzes of musky milt. He felt her anus contract and quiver around his cock as she climaxed and he could hold back no longer. His orgasm was an explosion of sensual decadence, overpowering and carnal. He put his hands back on Alex’s hips and fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her tight orifice, expressing his semen inside her, barely registering that she was screaming.
But Alex was not screaming with pain, although she felt that her anus might tear asunder. Her screams were the result of the most intense and prolonged orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her prostate was issuing ringlets of deep resonance, the walls of her anus were alight, her sphincter was a tight ring of ethereal decadence and her cock was throbbing and juddering as her scrotum contracted and her juices exploded from her body.
She fell on Mitch and kissed him viciously as he continued to jackhammer his cock in and out of her ass. She squirmed against him, licking, biting and sucking his mouth. He held her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling her nylon-sheathed thighs chafing his flanks, her panty-shrouded bottom driving into his groin, her buttocks quivering with the force of his intense fucking, the satin panties caressing his scrotum. They were locked together in the throes of ecstasy.
Slowly their fervent fucking transformed into blissful coitus and then they lay in each others arms, spent and satisfied. They were both panting. Mitch’s torso was smeared with Alex’s issue, Mitch’s juices dribbled from Alex’s sphincter despite the fact that his cock was still plugging her ass. Neither of them wanted to break the embrace. Neither of them wanted to break the silence. So they lay like that, a couplet of contentment with barely the energy to kiss each other lovingly.
The bedroom reeked of sex: the musky smell of fresh semen, the funk of Mitch’s sweat, an undercurrent of Alex’s almost cloying Dior Poison perfume, the redolent miasma a tribute to their frenzied lovemaking.
“Shall I get the wine?” Alex finally whispered after what seemed like an eternity.
“Does that mean you have to leave the bed?” Mitch chuckled.
“Not for long,” Alex caressed his cheek and smiled at him.
“It would be a shame to waste it,” she added.
“Then get it and come back to bed. And don’t take too long,” Mitch kissed the tip of her nose.
Alex climbed off Mitch, every muscle in her body aching. His cock slid from her anus and she felt a river of semen dribble out of her. She hitched up her panties to soak up the mess and put her cock away and gingerly climbed off the bed.
“There is no elegant way to do that is there,” Mitch smiled cheekily at her.
“Well it’s all your fault,” Alex picked up a pillow and threw it at him and made her escape when he reached for her.
She went into the bathroom first and cleaned between her legs and the tops of thighs. The stockings could stay on but her panties were saturated. She came out of the bathroom and found a clean pair of panties similar to the ones she had been wearing and slipped into a gossamer peignoir. She quickly dismissed any thoughts of freshening her makeup or fixing her hair. She doubted it would be worth the effort given that she could see that Mitch’s cock was becoming tumescent again. She sprayed a little perfume on herself and padded into the other room to get the wine and glasses.
They drank a glass of wine until Mitch’s ardour built to the point where he just couldn’t keep his hands off Alex. This time they didn’t just fuck; they made love, with Alex on her back, her limbs locked around Mitch’s body, holding him close to her so that she could feel his heartbeat. Their kisses were passionate but not frantic, they enjoyed the feel of their bodies melded together and they climaxed as one.
Followed by more wine. Followed by more sex.
“I better leave, it’s past midnight and we both have school tomorrow and my car is parked across the street. The busybodies are gonna talk,” Mitch began to dress then he collected his mobile phone, wallet and spare change from the bureau.
“Fuck the busybodies,” Alex said dreamily.
She was exhausted and half asleep.
Mitch kissed her cheek and was certain that Alex was asleep before he even left the bedroom. He put on his boots in the lounge room and silently closed the front door behind him.
Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch’s truck the next morning where he was parked at the back of the parking lot.
“You gotta get the heater fixed Mitch it’s freezing in here and my legs feel like icicles,” Alex rubbed her gloved hands together.
Mitch thought she looked cute in her little navy skirt with red tights and strappy Mary Janes. Her pretty face was framed by the fur hood of her coat and he leaned in and kissed her.
“Wait. You have an eyelash on your cheek,” Mitch carefully gathered the delicate black lash with his fingertip.
“Make a wish and blow,” he held it in front of her face on the pad of fingertip.
Alex closed her eyes, made her wish, and blew softly and the eyelash fluttered away. Mitch had never seen her look so beautiful and defenceless and he kissed her on the tip of her nose.
“What did you wish for?” he grinned at her.
“I can’t tell you otherwise it wont come true,” Alex smiled at him mischievously.
“Am I in it?” Mitch returned the smile.
“I’m not telling,” Alex teased him.
“Can I come around after work?” Mitch asked.
“I’m going to the gym but I’ll stop at the grocery on the way home. Is there anything you want particularly for dinner?” Alex asked.
“You in your gym tights,” Mitch grinned at her.
“You’re insatiable. I could barely walk this morning,” they both blushed.
“Ok. You want to keep this on the DL so you go first,” Mitch reached across to release the door latch for her.
“Fuck the DL. I’m not scared to be seen with you unless you don’t want to be seen with me,” Alex swallowed.
Mitch kissed her quickly and hopped out of the truck and came around her side and he opened her door for her. They walked hand in hand through the parking lot until they came to the cleared pathway that led to the school entrance where they continued to walk side by side.
None of this was lost on Karen Allbright who was necking with Chad Pemberton in his car.
The Karens approached Alex just before drama class. They were waiting for her in the auditorium which doubled as the theatre.