In a bare, wood-floored rehearsal space in the Sammons Center for the Arts, director Mark Farr is advising two actors on the most effective way to rape Christina Vela. They are lean, muscular fellows in black leather pants and gigantic black Frankenstein platform shoes, but a tad timid about the scene in terms of what Farr wants to achieve. Vela waits patiently on all fours on the floor in her tight, black dancer's outfit, her voluminous bosom barely contained in her top's stretchy material. Rape has been depicted on the stage before, of course, usually with... More >>>