She pulled me into the hall and told me that she wanted me naked and started to pull my T-shirt over my head. When I started to say something again, h...r mouth was on mine. Bu I gave in and helped her undress me. When I was naked we went back into the room and she told Mark that she called a friend and he would be over shortly but if he peeked his fantasy would end and he would have to leave and not come back. He agreed with her and she told him that she left the door open so he could come in,. .fir ushke bache ki rone ki awaaz aayi woh uth gaya aur maa ka dhood pine ke liye rone laga ,,,,aur ishi tarah mein ushe 4din thik se gand ka ras piya aur kuch dino baad ushki pati ki aacident!Mein maut ho gaye aur aab woh ham,are yaha kaam nahi karti lekin mein hi kabhi kabhi ushke ghar jaa ke ushe kuch paise deta hu aur jab maan karta tab chod deta hu ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,abb ushki gaand itni badi ho gayi ki app ek hotel khol sakte ho ushki gaand mein ……maine ushe samjhaya ki. The moans got louder and I suddenly realized that I was listening to my own voice in the video. Before I could say anything, the caller hung up the phone. I tried to call back, but the number was private. I was dumbstruck. A million thoughts were racing through my head, "What the hell was I supposed to do? Should I tell my parents? No, I couldn't tell them. How embarrassing would that be?! Shoot. How did they even get the tape of me?" I couldn’t move. My eyes began to well with tears. I felt so. Dave checked his spikes - the plastic 'soft spikes' were still in good shape. He thought about the comments his father made about old metal spikes leaving marks all over the greens but Dave had never sent the damage metal spikes could do. Most Canadian courses converted to soft spikes in the nineties before Dave started golf. The van left for the golf academy where the team had the practice range booked for two hours before their scheduled practice round at Le Diable. Dave found the practice.