* John sat in the interview room, his Solicitor by his side. ‘I told you, contact Phil Amery, Ministry of Defence down in Salisbury, He’ll confirm...my story.’ Sitting opposite him the two Detectives faces looked a picture, both of them now worried that their little extra income was about to become unravelled. ‘What has the Ministry of Defence got to do with you committing arson?’ John leaned forward, his solicitor touching his arm in warning, ‘Phone him and find out!…. If you dare!’ The two. He decided then that all of his conquests would be blondes. He trained Alisha for nearly six months before he sold her to RJ, the pimp who controlled most of the t-girls in town.Then there was Bree. Mace realized that it was a mistake to have thought she would have been a good whore. True, she was submissive, but the crazy bitch actually had fallen in love with him. Mace shook his head in disbelief that she could have thought that he loved her. Still, he wasn't worried. He had easily. "No, we got here about four hours ago lazy bones. Your m*m and sister are out shopping and I have just been lounging around......I did some tanning." I said watching for a reaction."Oh I thought maybe I heard you in there. I'm glad someone still uses that old thing."She had one hell of a poker face not letting on that she had just masturbated to the sight of me naked and playing with my cock."Yeah funny thing about that....... I could've sworn I heard someone in the room with me.....you. But it wasn't quite as boring as you'd think. And with my slight build, geek glasses, dull brown close-cropped hair, stack of books, and unfavorable location far from the lapping waves, I was all but assured of enough splendid isolation to get my work done. Hey, if I was lucky, I might even have time to sneak out to the Sick of Teagan concert a few beaches over, and have some actual fun listening to my favorite band.For the first two hours or so, the plan was working. I was just about done with.