I get closer to my dirty destination. My excitement… and anxiety increase. What if I suffer a heart attack? I visualise the headlines in the local p...per: Respectable local man dies in brothel – partner never knew. Witty whispers: ‘He went before he came!’ I alight at Pokesdown Station – aptly named – and I’m reminded of a rough suburb of London. I stroll down Boscombe High Street trying not to look like a bloke visiting a prostitute. I’m outside and press the buzzer – I’m sure everybody is. I wasn’t going to hire you when you first came in last week because of your inexperience. Now I’m glad I did.”Barbara loved to hire young girls, enjoy their bodies, then fire them after a week or two. She didn’t care whether the girls were willing or unwilling just as long as they were young and soft.Watching, Jenny worried that she shouldn’t just barge in. She decided to wait until she was sure it was safe to talk to these women.Barbara added, “I forgot to ask your age. You’re old enough. It turns out that the fairgrounds and arena is about five blocks from the park. My exploration shows there is plenty of parking, unlike the dance festival where it was a premium. Signs are everywhere advertising the event. The Greek flag flies over a number of obvious Greek retail stores. Stopping, I wander through a couple of them, picking up t-shirts and a flag I will fly at my campsite. I might as well get in the mood.Back at my tent, my plan is to vegetate. Dragging out a lawn chair, I sit. I mean the B.'s house. She got out of his car, and he did too. They were hollering at each other and then he shoved her with both hands. He was hollering so loud, I could hear it inside, and when I looked out the window they were going at it. I moved to the front door and opened it. They didn't notice.He said, "Well, I did."Lu said, "And I didn't." You've been playing hard to get a long time, Lucy. God! What a cocktease." Am not. I told you, I wasn't going to do that until graduation."Then he.