I walk in and make my way to my favorite Chinese take out. I look around as I walk up. I order the same as I usually do. Almond Chicken. I sit and wat...h people. I look around and spot Pete and Amber. They are in the main restaurant. I can see that they are there with another couple. I see Pete holding Amber's hand. I see him kiss the back of it from time to time while they eat. I can see that they are in love. I start to miss Nick. I wished he was there doing the same thing to me. I wish that. Guys don't care if other guys see them zipping up. If he were just coming from the bathroom he wouldn't have given a rats ass if I saw him closing up. Something was going on and it was being kept from me.I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee and just as I took the first sip it all clicked: The guy coming down the stairs and hiding the fact he was pulling up his zipper, the furtive glances, the nervous glance upstairs when I'd ask the guy if he'd seen Darla - something was. However, I did tell her she could sell herself. I am sure I am not the only man who would pay for her pussy.I finally arrived at the lounge and took a table where I could see the dance floor. There she was dancing with a tall guy in jeans and a striped dress shirt. He towered over her even with her sky high stilettos. She was smoking hot and just about every head in the place was watching her dance in her obscenely short skirt. After the dance, the big guy walked her back to her table. He. This wasn’t real, please, let it not be real… ‘Wh-what stories?’ she asked, trying to sound confident. The man flashed anger. ‘Don’t be an idiot, girl,’ he said. ‘You’re in enough danger. Don’t make it worse for yourself by trying to lie. I know that for the past three years you’ve been a member of seven different mailing lists, all with an interest in the same sexual fetish–mind control. You’ve visited mind-control fetish websites on a weekly basis for the past five years, and you’ve.