The frigid temperature inside didn’t change for the worse much, if at all, and the weak glow from our feeble fire in the stove couldn’t hope to in...luence even the existing chill in any meaningful manner. Damn coal strike!To make things now worse, with the door wide open anything could now slither in from the street, and now unfortunately did so. They were a pair of portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in my office. They had books and papers in their hands,. I called the number and spoke to a pleasant-sounding woman on the phone. She asked me some very specific questions and got precise truthful answers in return. I was told that my “girlfriend” for the night would arrive within half an hour.I took the time to shower and get ready for my guest. I put on my best cologne and dressed in my casual but smart clothes. When I was ready, I sat watching television to wait till she arrived. It wasn’t too long before there was a knock at the door.I walked. Also, it taught me not to be such a shit towards people. Where did I get off thinking I was so much better than him? He was the same person whether he was a lead singer or not. It doesn't make any difference what people do."We stayed friends," says Veronica in 6/96. "Although it was a horrible experience, I bragged that I'd been with him because he was a minor rock star. I'd go up to him at a concert and say, "Hi Wayne, remember me? Remember me?" And he'd say "Hi" and walk away. We were both in. The emcee gestured them forward.Amber looked at her executioner, and composed herself as well as she could. He led her to the trapdoor and positioned her feet at the center. "Hands between your legs," he ordered. She didn't quite understand, but she put her hands between her legs as ordered. Damien tied her hands together, then wound the rope around her waist. When he was done, she could move her hands a couple of inches, but no farther. Just far enough, in fact, to reach her pussy.Amber.