The noises were not those made by someone sneaking around. The door to the lounge was wide open. Five to ten people were so entangled it was hard to w...rk out how many exactly. Andrej was leaning over the sofa enjoying a vigorous buggering. Most bizarrely, the local couple in their late fifties who cleaned the house were working around them. I snuck away.The house was empty on the weekends until one Friday when I was sitting eating hot chips and one of the heart-attack-in-a-bag battered sausages. “Play with yourself!"I got scared about those four black men; so I found myself lying back and slowly moving my hand underneath my skirt to my crotch.Before I knew it, I was touching myself with two fingers. I began rubbing my clit, lifting the hem of my short dress, so they could see my bare shaven pussy lips…At the same time, their hands went to their crotches to rub themselves through their trousers. The van suddenly stopped and one of the guys moved over me.He had pulled his trousers down. I.C was a large skinhead enclave in my youth) and that I would indeed not make any trouble. So he opened a set of large doors that led into a darker but larger room with loud music playing and a strange yet attractive odor.So as walked in my nervousness had gotten worse and my mouth had become bone dry and my trembling had intensified. I walked toward the bar were the largest congregation of people were and where in the middle woman danced topless. As I sat down I ordered a nine dollar. T&K.”He laughed when he saw the smiley face at the bottom of the note.As he put some mayo on his sandwich, Phil reflected on how much his life had changed in two weeks. Two Fridays before – at almost the same exact time – he was leaving his quiet apartment dreading the thought of spending any time with Hailey Warren. Now he sat there and counted the hours before she would return.He didn’t know Molly Kelly or Katelyn Gorman even existed and he only knew Tiffany Grayling as Hailey’s ever-present.