....I'm going out with Ken after work and meeting up with his pal Roger. Ken mentions these Euro folks might be meeting us. Roger's words were "Just...a couple Sonny Jim's". I asked "What is a Sonny Jim?" and was told "A white person of little consequence". Then it was added "They just don't like us very much". So these fellows show up. I could not differentiate them from any other euro businessman type but it was evident by my friends demeanor they were not friends. Then I started to. “Here we are,” he exclaimed, running his pen over the piece of paper strapped down to his clipboard. “Marlie Cooper, VIP.” VIP? I could not help but smile. She said that I was a VIP? It was confirmed when he handed me a VIP card, which he informed me would allow me up in the VIP section of the club. I had never been up in the VIP section, though it had always been a dream of mine. Those who never make it up always wonder what goes on up there. Making my way into the club I became lost with. When I came back and stood just to the left of him in the chair, I brought my hand up and placed it on his shoulder, then moved it to the base of his neck where I rubbed the skin at the opening of his t-shirt a few seconds before taking a deep breath and sliding my hand inside his shirt again, this time gliding it along his bare shoulders to his upper arm and back across the other side.He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head forward. I started massaging his shoulders with my hand and he. There were 2 men on each wrist and 2 or 3 trying to help on her ankles so they were really pulling her legs apart. Anita was completely breathless, I think she was trying to say no and stop but it sounded like she was laughing as well. She had had a lot to drink and everyone was shouting and cheering but with her dress bunched up at her waist and legs pulled so far apart she really did look very lewd but very vulnerable and I surprised myself by shouting' ok enough' as I stepped in and pulled.