Through the scrim curtains, the soft afternoon sun lights the room with a pastel glow. I sit at the chair in front of the dressing table, quietly smiling to myself. I finish putting on my make-up; a light touch of lip gloss. I look at myself in the mirror. Quite good I think. I am getting better all the time. I can feel the tension and excitement in my body. My perfume fills my head. My skin tingles, only partially from t...