"Is he gonna' be alright," she asked."Just something he ate," I replied. "He should be okay any minute." Why don't you take one of the network radios ...nd go to the parking lot. Let me know when the tour bus pulls in," Joan said."No problem," I said taking two radios."I'm going to be in the parking lot when you feel up to it," I said into the men's room as I held the door open. I'm not shy that way either.I was standing the the parking lot filing Joan Pacer in my memory, when Rodney came up.. The men forcibly spread her legs and dropped her pants from under her skirt. She was now exposed and still terrified. She was wedged between them, now crying and still struggling but feebly.Without warning the black man's eyes glazed over and he collapsed to the floor. He lay motionless, rainwater pouring over him and blood running into the drains. Standing behind him was Mark, soaked to the bone, panting and wide-eyed. The man behind Juliet pushed her forward and into Mark's arms and made a. Everything from just waking up being dragged by my hair or getting belted in the mouth, even being pulled right off the toilet and ****d. Even if I didn’t try to fight, even I just tried to go willingly. But there I was locked in a room and every hour or so, guy after guy, or sometimes in groups of two, three or four came in. Almost every time they were intent in r****g me. Some abused my mouth or took my ass, some just took pussy and others were DPs or all three holes. A few beer bottles and a. In our part of the country we’re lucky enough to have several and from time to time when I’ve nothing better to do I schedule some ‘me’ time to go and have a browse. One of the one’s that’s high on my list, serves good coffee, has very ‘comfy’ chairs dotted in discrete corners and also plays very quiet classical music. What’s not to like.So a few days later, dappled autumn sunshine shining through the old woods I drove my open-top car across country to the bookshop of my choice. One of it’s.