He watched as Josh grabbed my hair and ploughed me, over and over again. From the way I was kneeling and my lack of resistance, it must have been clea... to him that Josh was in complete control. If it wasn't, then it soon would be.I cried out, “Oh baby, fuck me harder. It feels so good.”Josh grinned. He pulled back my hair, causing me to arch my back, then he whispered in my ear, “Beg me."I dropped ny head and pleaded, “Please, please, please Josh, fuck me as hard as you can."Josh smiled. He. "You look like a cool guy, handsome and strong, a player though. I wanted to get crazy with a player. Turning 21 and not having a boyfriend or even a chance to get laid got me down. I'm not a whore, and I'm not a slut, I'm not a pick up. I'm taking a chance and doing something a little ballsy. So do you want to play?" She asked like she was giving me an ultimatum.I had a good feeling about her. She wanted to do something wild for her 21st birthday and simply said, "Ummmm THAT one!"I invited her. I started seeing visions of handcuffs, and police, and prison. What had I done?The sound of the phone ringing snapped me out of my self-loathing. "Hello." I answered."Mark?" It was Leesha's grandmother."Hey Granny, how's things going?" I shouted into the phone. Granny is eighty-four, and starting to lose her faculties, but her mind is still sharp as a tack."Not real good here. Is Leesha there?" She sounded a little distraught."Uh, no Granny, she's supposed to be over there." Oh wait a minute, I. " I presume you didn't see her. Isn't she back?" I'm not sure. We wouldn't have had class together today, anyway. I didn't see Gerry or Gordy either." Did you try to phone any of them?" No. And you're right. After all, when did I last speak to Max? Or you to Sarah?" Have a sandwich." Okay. What have you been doing?" Thinking about Melbourne." Oh! That reminds me! When do we go to the opera?"I looked in my book. "Ten and 30 July and 6 August." Right. So we go to Melbourne in the next few weeks.