..‘You have a standing invitation, anytime, S. Still the same number.’Her manicured French nails often produced typos and I knew she much preferre... to talk whenever possible.Two breaths later, my cell phone vibrated gently in its holster, to the right of my mouse and as I flipped it open, I inhaled deeply, another drag of nicotine. Then I exhaled audibly.“Still smoking, huh?”“Winston tastes good, like a cigarette, should!”“Shame, you always knew that was a deal-breaker for me.”I took another. Amanda and David's hands were tied behind them and they forced into a car waiting in back of the hotel. Two of the kidnappers sat on either side. Then they put blindfolds over their eyes. Amanda leaned close to her son to try and give him comfort. Unfortunately, she needed the comfort too. She had never been so frightened in her life.The car twisted and turned for quite some time before it stopped. When it did, she and David were pulled out and taken into some type of building. Neither of them. The hotel was not far from the club so I took a taxi and walked the rest of the way. I paid my entrance cost for that evening and optimistically purchased a joint annual membership for myself and wife. This way, if we came together, I would not have to go through the stress of filling in forms giving my wife a reason to back out. With it being a Thursday the place was sparse of members. Bear in mind this was my first ever visit so I had no idea where to go or what to do. Initially, I went. A bit hesitantly at first on both sides, but then more and more honestly as we found out more about each other, until in the end we were discussing our problems quite openly. David’s story was almost a mirror image of my own. It seems that he had made a mess of trying to deflower his first girlfriend, who by way of retaliation had taunted him unmercifully, and when they inevitably split up she had then put it about the neighbourhood that he couldn’t get it up. That rumour had turned into a.