“And dude, you didn’t last long either, if you’ll recall. We didn’t set any endurance record, that’s for sure!”Richard laughed, then nodde.... “It’s true; I was so aroused after doing him that I popped like a dumb sixteen-year-old getting his first pussy.” He paused. “So anyhow, now you know.”I shook my head, a little lost on how to respond. “Wow, that’s umm… quite a story. I had no idea. I never would have guessed… you two? And it wasn’t a one-time thing?”Seth took that one. “No, we’d both. "You do not, madame; at least, I hope not. But I will tell you. I was arrested and became a prisoner because, under the arbor of La Reserve, the day before I was to marry you, a man named Danglars wrote this letter, which the fisherman Fernand himself posted." Monte Cristo went to a secretary, opened a drawer by a spring, from which he took a paper which had lost its original color, and the ink of which had become of a rusty hue--this he placed in the hands of Mercedes. It was Danglars' letter. I walked the streets not reallyknowing where I was heading and finally ended up at a Bar. There werequite a few people, mostly men talking, drinking beer and snacking onall kind of different foods. The tables were empty except one. A blondeand elegant looking woman was sitting there, all by herself. I looked ather for a moment and on impulse I walked to her table and asked whetherI could sit with her. She looked me up and down and simply nodded."Hi, I am Gary. Do they have good food here? Sorry. In her tormenters hand a number of short needles tiny thin little things about an inch long, with a flick of his wrist each time the needles soon decorated the skin, first of her left and later the right, the things were pushed into the flesh till the plastic adapter at the base was hard against the skin, the point deep inside the flesh, ten of the vicious things found their way into each of her fine breasts, each accompanied by a grunt of pain, now would come the wax… She watched him stand a.