"Good night." Ben embraced her; then Molly hugged her and they kissed. Molly bolted the door behind her."I think we had a breakthrough," Ben remarked...."I'm warming up to her. I was half expecting you to invite her into our bed." That's yet to come," Molly replied. "Quick -- get out of your clothes and into your robe." Why?" Ben asked."She'll be back any moment." How are you so sure?" Because of the time. It's too late for the busses to run." It's only nine-thirty. I thought they stopped running. A week passed and I was out on my evening rounds collecting payments once again, I wasnt until I was about to knock on the door that the promised tip once again entered my head. I wondered if shed even remember the short conversation of the previous week. Quickly deciding that she wouldnt and that in all likelihood she wouldnt even answer the door herself, I knocked. I say knocked but I had only raised my fist to give the door a rap when it was opened from within. It was the daughter, dressed. Much to the dismay of a lot of young kids, Saturday mornings were now local High School games; cartoon time was cut to accommodate the interest. We had even gotten into the habit of watching other schools compete against each other, comparing notes, and preparing strategies.Our easy run ended when we came up against Beal, Einstein's school. In the first set, a big bull dyke decided to deliberately spike the ball into our players to cause injury, and as a tactic it was working - we were down. After what felt like weeks (though it was more likely to have been a fewhours) I could feel someone unlocking my ankles and straps and easing me offthe stool. Still the white noise was playing and my wrists were still fixedin place – I couldn't tell now if this was some hallucination or actuallyhappening. I was carried over a few metres and bent forwards over some haybales where I was fucked again, 4 times, one for each of them. Their rhythmentered my head as they forced themselves deeper into.