Either you give me some contact information so that she can contact you if she wants to, or I just leave. Somehow I just don't feel like tasting the b...ers, anymore."I stood up and gave a twenty to the bartender and walked away just to be stopped outside by two big guys in uniforms."Sir, I think you should come with us." Why? Am I under arrest?" No, but you should come with us." Maybe I would not like to. I have not done anything illegal, and there is absolutely no reason to arrest me. If you. Au/ Im a lawyer. A successful one. I dress like one too. I played college football, and Im built like I did. Even now in my early 30s my hair is still a perfect shade of hazelnut. My brown eyes are sharp and strong. I stand at a masculine 6. I have a nice big thick cock too. It was Friday, after a long week I like to sit in the bar, have a cognac and wait. Sooner or later there will be a skank. Satin dress, tall heels. Hair straightened and then curls put through the ends. Perfect make up.. Upright mud rose also at the perpendiculars, the two not more than arms apart as well. I was locked solitary within this minuscule prison – nay! a prism! A rectangular prism, and never was there more wretched a construction. Its head peaked six feet above my own – beyond my reach – beyond my ascent. No one shared my prism thankfully – as it would be quite crowded – and I was left to myself and darkness. Such used to be a friend, darkness, it provided cover from my pursuers. But now, now. .. if I had not wanted to know what they meant... I would have killed myself already."Elizabeth lowered her eyes and heaved a slow, despondent sigh.Mara came up to her and slid an arm around her shoulders. "You have to do this for me. It's the only way to stop it." I don't want to," Elizabeth said in a shaky voice."I know. But you will."Very slowly, Elizabeth nodded. "May the goddess forgive me for it," she sobbed.As Mara drew the now crying Elizabeth to her, the room began to shimmer again..