Threateningly he said 'don't let me hurt you, either way I'm gonna fuck you.' I stammered 'please Mister don't hurt me I'll do what you want, just do...'t hurt me.' 'That's more like it,' said the stranger. 'Get out of all your clothes and be quick about it,' he ordered. I quickly removed all my clothes placing them away from the car, so I could find them if I ran, I slipped my tennis back on. The stranger ordered me to my knees and said 'suck my dick and make me believe that you want it.' I. A smile crossed the Lieutenant's face then."Yes, now I remember where I have seen similar amulets. There is a... ," he seemed to be at a loss for the correct word in English, " ... superstition isn't the correct word, but may come close. Legend may be a better word in your language," he told me, and then continued, "that certain Amulets were responsible for saving the Kingdom back in the time of King Rama 1, and there is a Wat near Bangkok that venerates them, but it is attended mainly by. "You look stunning babe, absolutely stunning," he said with a grin.They stepped out of the hotel room. "So shall we walk around or drive?" she asked him.Morgan thought for a moment. "Let's just walk. Do you have anywhere in mind?" he asked. Rosalie smiled. "I was thinking, down to the square and to this art gallery that looked nice. I saw it in the travel brochure in the room."They walked a ways, down the curvy hills and she realized that flip flops were probably a bad idea. But you couldn't. You started in on some points that I had been painfully aware of from the moment you met him. We don't look alike. You're a relatively petite, girl next door type. You're older than me by at least 7 years. You have a cute little mousey face. I've always been just a bit too thick. Curves for days. Maybe a bit fat, you could say. I also have a relatively in your face, punk attitude. I'm quirky. You're typical. Maybe I was mad that you brought up my weight, maybe I was frustrated that you were.