“Maybe going inside might give us a better view of what it is”, suggested Chris. Victor and Chris walked into the bar, using the key given by the ...ormer owner. Once inside, it was worse than they thought. The club wasn’t totally in verge to fall on their heads, but it seemed everything there was left to rot and decay. Tables, chairs, counter, everything seemed pretty old and abandoned. “What the fuck is that? It’s totally screwed!”, said an astonished Victor. “I’ve seen better warzones like. As for whom? Her husband and three of his policeman buddies are the culprits." replied Lucy Beal."Why?" Your sister was about to start divorce proceedings against him, claiming spousal abuse. He knew even if he could prove these charges wrong, that a rumor of them would ruin his chances of becoming the Chief of Police. Or even more." answered Susan."Can you prove any of this?" asked Lesley."No! Not enough evidence, even to have the Police Internal Affairs look into it. The four of them. Alexa told her that making love, loving physically, is all about focusing on the other person, or partner in Alexa’s case. Alex said that if you make sure that your partner is pleasured that the two of you can’t help but be pleasured. That it will always be returned. That sometimes the return is not immediate but that your turn might be another time but that keeps the wonderful experiences going forever.”“Sounds like Alexa is more than a warrior. So, son, what can I do for you? What would you. But he doesn't. He sits up and pulls my bound body onto his lap. His hand clamps around my neck, I gasp, his other hand is all over me feeling and grabbing the exposed skin. He tightened his grip around my neck and whispered in my ear, are you mine? Yes sir I meekly answer, I can do whatever I want to do with your body he tells me his grip still getting tighter, I nod. He lets go of my neck and starts to undo the rope. What the fuck. Why didn't he continue and why didn't he fuck me. He's done.