As I didn’t have anything in mind, I informed her that I will tell her later. Many things came to my mind. Then after making up my mind, with a lot ...f courage, I asked her for a movie again.We went out. In the movie, there was a scene like a villain asking a hug as his birthday gift. After the movie, I dropped her near her pg. That place is mostly secluded. She asked me again what I want for my birthday.Like the movie, I wanted to try my luck by asking a hug with a smile. So if anything goes. He didn't feel like going home anyway. There was nobody waiting for him. Besides, sitting at home would only remind him that he'd just been fired.Again.He'd tried to make a go of the job, but things had just seemed to work against him. They always did. At forty-one, he was a man without friends or prospects. "People just don't seem to take to me," he thought.Paul saw a stray dog walking up ahead of him. It seemed friendly, so he leaned over and made a motion towards it. "Here, boy," he. "Please show us show us your tits Nena," Mark asked in an odd detached way. "Take off you top and show us your tits."Nena sat motionless, petrified with what was about to take place. She had never disrobed in front of a man let alone a group of men. Mark repeated, with more urgency, barely able to control himself, "Show up your fucking tits ... come on ... do it ... show us your tits now!"Nena knew that there was no way out. If she tried to fight they might really hurt her ... or worse. Staring. There was a mirrored closet door set in one wall, with another, partly opened into a bathroom on the opposite wall. It was the sort of room any girl would like. Paula felt herself feeling a little envious, remembering Paul's room at home.There was a cot set up by Amy's desk with the sleeping bag on top of it, and the suitcase leaning next to it. The pizza, soda, and paper plates, napkins, and cups were on a small fold-up table next to Amy's bed.Amy took the two bags into the bathroom, coming.