..................Je viens de me r?veiller. Je ne comprends pas ce qui m'arrive. Jereconnais autour de moi la chambre d'h?pital. Je me sens vaseux, co...meun lendemain de cuite. J'ai l'impression que j'ai ?t? drogu?.Une infirmi?re est pench?e sur moi et me parle. Je ne comprends rien,elle me parle en tha?. Apr?s une phrase dont le ton semble m'indiquer dene pas bouger, elle quitte la chambre en courant. J'essaye de meredresser, mais j'en suis incapable. Je suis trop faible, et mon corpsme fait. That's why I called the ThrillerDetective Agency as soon as the story hit the Internet!"A woman's face appeared in the mirror before me."I am Angelique Thriller!" she informed me. "I have heard of yourproblem over the Internet as well, and we would like to try and help you,if we can!" I believe I am Brantford Haynes, but young Mason today, in open court,revealed fingerprint evidence that showed clearly that - that BrantfordHaynes was removed from his crib and secretly replaced with me! If. The food came and we hurriedly ate, paid the bill and left.Kaycey looked at me and asked, “Where would you like to go?” I said, "There is a hotel just down the street. I could get a room, if you like, at least then we would be comfortable, we could shower and clean up, etc.” She agreed, and we both drove down. I went in, paid cash and got the room card.When we walked into the room, Kaycey did not even hesitate to look at the surroundings. She shoved me against the wall and began molesting me. Drunk when at home to try and forget her friend, fucked during the day as part of the work, she came home sweaty and smelt like a men's public toilet, dropped off by the crew, picked back up the next morning. The crew harboured some resentment as the wife used to one of their bosses, and this was their chance of getting their own back her as much as the clients, and if the lady boys had the stamina, she would get used, abused and fucked through the night. I also know in her mind the constant.