How could you?”“Your Mum told me that you only have shaky memories of Munich,” she answered, “maybe I’d better fill them in for you.”“Ok...y,” I said.“What do you remember?”“I remember finishing early in LA, and deciding to come and surprise you in Munich,” I told her, “I went to your hostel, and your room mate told me you were out at the Mensa did she call it?”She nodded.“One of the other students took me there I think, and got me in, then it all becomes hazy. I know you were there, and I know I. Her eyes open, casual observations spinning and spooling in her head. Zigzagging lines of black tribal ink slope over broad shoulders. Intricate sleeves of color are splashed over muscular arms. Spiked blonde hair. Shaved heads. Small gauges glittering in their ears. All desperate attempts to be dangerous. Edgy. They aren't. But she is. Blue smiles to herself.There’s black hunger in her bones that can’t be quenched, a layer cake of debauchery and greed, desires that can’t be quantified, that. He told me that since he was young his uncle used to forcibly have oral sex with him and he had been molested many times by his uncle. This had made him a bisexual and when he saw me he could not control his sexual urge. I told him very frankly that I was a bisexual too and also found him very attractive.On hearing this he hugged me tight and kissed me gently on my neck. I immediately got up, took him to the bed and in seconds I had remove his shirt and started kissing his neck moving on to his. .. Pleeeeez?... pleeeeeez?" I wish I had been there." Joey replies and then, after a pause, says, "What's that? Sounds like a cat." No." says the leader, "It's the lady" She's here? Oh fuck," says Joey, "show me."The men get up and walk to the bedroom, unlock the door and switch the light on revealing the naked and lovely Mrs. Murphy: Soccer Mom. Flat on her stomach, stretched out on a long narrow table. Her arms dangle and are held securely by wrist cuffs attached to eye bolts screwed into the.