" Richard looked out the window; the sun had just gone down. Shrugging, he followed. The den was empty of all furnishings except for a set of framed m...vie posters on the wall, a police scanner on an end table near the window, and the sensory-deprivation tank, from which Pierce had just emerged, dripping wet. Dwight took up his post at the scanner, pen and notebook ready. Richard leaned on the doorframe, polishing his nails on the breast of his suit. "Well Pierce," he said. "Dwight is all worked. As she said it she brought her knees up and I could see the tops of her stockings at the back of her thighs, I thought to my self, how very nice Mum's legs looked. I didn't realise I was staring until Mum said "Are you enjoying looking at my legs". I replied "Sorry, it's just, well sorry". Mum smiled up at me and said "it's ok, its not the first time you've had a good look up at my thighs is it". I didn't know how to reply, so I just shrugged my shoulders. Mum laid back against the. . with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying to get at his prick... the good old days before that lousy bastard had melted his eyeballs with acid... Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to remember. Nothing was ever going to bring back his sight... but soon, he was going to have his revenge... after fifteen years... at least a part of it... and if he didn't get these thoughts out of his head right now, he was going to louse up his climax.Hell, he didn't need to see, anyway! He could. That week, I made plans to go see him again. I was nervous again this time, like the first time, but this time it was nervous anticipation! Mike opened the door and my young heart skipped a beat. He invited me in and I couldn't help but touch his arm softly as I walked past. I was quickly surprised however, when I saw another man sitting in the living room. Mike introduced him as his friend, Amir. Amir stood and said hi. Amir was middle eastern like Mike but alittle shorter than both of us..