’ He told me, which answered everything but the why. ‘Why should no one be able to find you though?’ he questioned. ‘But why Jake, why won’t...you let me go?’ I repeated, I really wanted an answer. ‘No one should be able to find me, if someone can find me, he can find me. If he finds me I’ll never be able to escape again and I won’t go back, I can’t go back.’ I had just escaped not a couple days before, and I would never go back. ‘I’m tired Jake, I’m tired of running, tired of fighting for my. ..ugh......fuck....ugh ......me......ugh.....harder! With that he turns into a man possessed, slamming into me over and over harder and harder. Fucking me so hard he is actually pushing his desk across the floor. My head is swimming as an orgasm washes over me, my legs go limp the only thing holding me up is the desk and his hands on my hips, fucking me like a rag doll. At some point after my second orgasm, he flips me over on my back, throws my legs over his shoulders and continues his. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park, but can’t find Wisconsin on a map.You think Central Park is “nature.”You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multilingual.You’ve worn out a car horn. (IF you have a car.)You think eye contact is an act of aggressionORYou can retire to Minnesota where...You only have three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.Halloween costumes have to fit over parkas.You have seventeen. "...and a hand went on his butt..."...three! Don't worry guys, this is Ashleigh's phone, so when you getthe photo, you'll get the number as well!"Andrew absently touched his rear as Lisa came over. "Say, Ashleigh,when's the last time you charged your phone?" Um, yesterday, why?" Well, considering that two of those guys are texting like mad, I thinkthat won't be the last photo I take with it today..."Andrew would have protested, but a new group came out the supermarket,and he stepped right up..