Somewhere along the line I'd decided I wanted to be a writer, though bartending paid the bills."What?" she asked, softer.I swiveled back. She looked a...noyed.I took a deep breath and considered a safer question, like, 'Would you like ice cream when we finish?' I forced myself to look in her face, though I was embarrassed myself. "Cammie," another deep breath, "do you play with yourself?"Cammie jumped up. "You pervert!" So much for not getting mad. At least you didn't say..." Bite me!" She spun. “Boxers” I quickly pull off my boxers, and held them, waiting for the order. He put the car in neutral, and then set the parking brake. He switched the gun again to his left hand. Im still holding on to my boxers, and then he orders me to drop them to the floor. I did as he told me, and then noticed my foot funk getting stronger from the floor board heat still running. “Roll up your window” Again I did as told—goddamm this is going slow. I wished he would just get to it. “Damm you fuckin stink. I know this sounds weird but my idea of celebrating was to give into my fantasies and to fuck one of those bums in the park. The thought of being taken by a filthy old man was a natural extension of my new fetish. It made me crazy with lust to know that my clean young body would be fouled by some grubby old guy's sweaty cum encrusted cock. But that's what I did. I crossed over when I saw this dirty old guy lying by a storage area in an isolated part of City Park in East Denver. He was lying. The doctor worked for the mob so I don’t think discretion was a problem. She was sweating profusely and I covered her head with a wet cloth as her body was burning up ... and she was taking deep breaths.“What in the hell happened “ I thought to myself. The doctor arrived 20 minutes after ringing him upI led him to Claire’s room, after half an hour he came out of the room“Good thing you dressed up the wound, don’t let her move around at least for a week otherwise the wound can rupture again and.