The lot was quiet; as it usually was at 8:30pm on a Tuesday night. A dozen big rigs were parked haphazardly here and there; an old Winnebago and half ... dozen pickups made up the rest of the parking lot entourage. The Winnebago and the pickups were parked right outside Bob's Old Style Diner And Bar: "Cold Beer, Hot Food And Live Band Most Nights", the fading placard read. Underneath written in large italics was: "We're Famous For Our Ribs!" Famous for our fucking heartburn!" Paul sighed.Paul. I felt her arms come around me, press me up against her, smelling that lovely lavender, "Please...please stay with us..."I don't remember much after that. Being lead up the stairs and outside. gently placed into the backseat of a car. Feeling him next to me. The car moving. And just like that, the car stopped.I heard the car door open and close. Then the door on my right opened. I felt his hands on my wrists, uncuffing me. The blindfold came off. He led me out of the car. He just looked at me. Many of the men tried to emulate Sheila’s screams with their own roars, but they were always drowned out by the buxom, delicious woman whose orgasms were so cataclysmic they left her limp and semi-conscious afterward. Sheila never allowed the men to get too attached, and made them fully aware that none were irreplaceable by interchanging them at will. Yet each disappointed gigolo secretly hoped that his wife or wife-to-be would be able to harness the passion of this wildcat under the sheets.. ‘Well, that is a surprise. I figured that I would have one less team.’ Jason said. ‘You do, they are locked up and I don’t think that you will put them back out in the field. Hell you wanted to kill them yourself or was there some other reason why you took off like a bat out of hell?’ Ty said with an even tone voice. The man had a voice that never changed and was so soft and sounded deadly. Laysea thought for sure if he ever yelled he would go hoarse after the first conversation. ‘True — I did.