His house was huge and had a gorgeous garden full of fruits. But the main attraction was a big peach tree that held the most delicious looking peaches...ever."Ok now I'm gonna grab some first and I'll hand them to you. Put them in this bag here." Tommy said pulling out a plastic bag from his pocket."Yes I know. Now hurry up I don't want to get caught." Valerie was still paranoid.Tommy looked around at the quiet neighborhood. He started to climb the tall wooden fence."Be careful!" Valerie. I tried the ropes and the bed creaked a bit."Ah, there you are sweety," she said in that husky voice, "you ready to be nice and play?" Look, there has been a mistake, just untie me and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened."Rage flashed in those eyes again. "Listen, motherfucker," she spat, you entered a tranny bar, picked me up, and then you call me a freak! You call me a FUCKING FREAK!" Her face was close to mine and contorted with rage. I decided the best course would be to be. There were a pair of girls on the front step, one who was a knockout redhead and the other was a raven haired, tiny little thing with ripped jeans, combat boots and who looked like she had jumped off the pages of a tattoo magazine.'Stacy? I think this is for you.' he sent, sending an mental laugh along."Come in, ladies. Stacy will be down in a second." He invited the two in, introducing himself and learning that the redhead, Angie, was the tattoo artist, though she didn't have any ink showing,. We notice that they had just turned out the lights around the pool. A six-foot brick wall covers all four sides preventing the public from watching. Just a small gate door allows access to the pool. Just then, the hotel manager walks through the gate and back into the hotel. The gate slowly closes behind him. But for some reason, it does not latch. “Come on” I say to you as I grab your hand. We walk through the gate and shut it from the inside. I pull you towards me and.