I screamed and struggled but she pulled me tot he back of the truck and before I knew what had happened...my wrists were tied tot he edges of the truc... bed, I was pushed over the tailgate. She was spreading my legs apart and tying my ankles to ropes she had tied underneath the truck. Still screaming I felt erin grab my hair and tug my head violently backward. "Your boyfriend was just a warm-up. Hell...fucking your dad last night was just a warm-up! Now...I want what I came here for...and I. I asked her if she wanted to drive me to any movie house or restaurant that she wanted to go to. I couldn’t drive because of the sling. The cast was bad enough, but the sling made me essentially one-armed. It was bulky also.Then she started to complain that I wasn’t doing my normal things like taking care of the garbage and feeding the pets. I finally got pissed off one day and took the sling off and tried to do some stuff with my arm in the cast. My hand would not grip, so anything requiring. Growing impatient. Getting angry. Start imaging this is waste of time, imagining lies… figure cocaine-addict could have lied. Spend next thirty minutes planning careful revenge on cocaine-addict. Check notebook for last known address, family, kids, friends, employment, etc. Just finish mapping out encounter involving pulling whore-wife’s face off in front of him, makes me feel better–can’t wait to do it. Suddenly, tap on the glass of the taxi. Frosted, foggy windows make it hard to tell who is. I didn't plan on meeting Mark and Jenny.But I knew what they were as soon as I saw them.I paid my money and made my way into the club. The place was mostly empty; it was early still and a weeknight. Still there were some people I recognized, and others I didn't.There was a new couple there, sitting in the corner of the common room, talking quietly to each other. They were half naked — his pants were off, and he was sitting there in a polo shirt and white briefs; her top was off: she was wearing.