The second place had some cars, but not a whole lot. That is good since when the parking lot is too full, all of the booths might all be occupied and ...n use.I paid my five bucks and walked back to the arcade. I had to piss, but the toilet room was busy, so I waited a bit. When I could get in, I entered but left the door unlocked to see what else might come in. Well, nothing this time, so I went to the booths.The first booth on the left had some hot male action running—a boot shine man got a. It was just a very large room. The Basement room had no windows for prying eyes and on one wall there was a bank of several switches that controlled the lighting. One night John had tied me up and whipped me hard, he told me over and over again what he wanted me to say and do while I was taking a shower downstairs.After John was satisfied that I knew what he wanted, he cut me loose and sent me down the stairs. John proceeded to repeatedly sodomize me on the bed as he had me recite everything. I just nodded. As if sensing my embarrassment, my dad stepped forward.“Well, we’d better get this guy home. It’s been a busy weekend and I’m sure these kids didn’t get too much sleep last night. I remember what away games were like when I was in high school.”“Oh yes,” said Nao’s father with a laugh. “Hopefully swim meets are a little more sedate than rugby tours.” He shook hands with my dad, then turned to me. “Well, I’m not around as much as I’d like to be, but I hope to see you next time I’m. To that end, if other writers want to build on this superstructure, they are welcome. Just let me know if you do as I’d like to see where this goes.“Is there any more to the story?” asked Andrea.Nadiya Coombs looked up from her tea light glowing on the floor of her living room. The afternoon was growing dimmer on this bleak Minnesota day in January. Her coven of six was gathered in the sacred circle. On warmer days they would be sky-clad, but today they were wrapped in blankets. It was.