My threat sounded so pathetic that he just laughed. My eyes watered, and I opened my mouth to scream. Before it could pass my lips his hand slapped m... face so hard I cried out in pain. I start to struggle beneath him but I couldnt move, he was so heavy. He took my wrists and held them above my head with just one hand while he used the other to unbutton and remove my pants, then his. I felt him against my thigh, hes not that big, but I could tell that thats not what will hurt me anyways. He. Almost in a daze he called a cab, locked the house and left for his appointment with destiny.When he arrived he approached the door with trepidation, still unsure of himself yet drawn forward like a moth to a flame. He knocked and the door opened at once. "Inside, quickly." She ordered. The door closed heavily behind him and he immediately felt totally relaxed, his fate was no longer in his own hands. "Strip, completely" came the next order and he rushed to obey, almost falling as he tripped on. That I have a boyfriend which he replied *your boyfriend cheating on you all the time in the shisha bars I have to fix up* I was shocked that he knew where my boyfriend at the time worked at this point I dint know why I chose to believe him but knowing my boyfriend and his friends I can tell they've had fun with white girls in Shoreditch.I told him that I can't cause my family is coming soon, he then said that he will get a hotel room for us, I agreed and gave him my number and told him to call. ." So what's that got to do with Susan?" Everything! He's gotten your address... and he's probably at your apartment, right now... laying your wife!" Do you really expect me to believe that?" Ron growled. "Anyway... the models are supposed to be protected from things like that!... So, how in hell could he get our address in in the first place... ?" I told you! Fred's blackmailing her boss, Linda Sloan!" ... So, even if he does have our address... and assuming he does go there, I know that Susan.