Maisie was glad she had decided to stay down near Chinatown because it was a lot more central and she was able to make lots of extra money tending a �...�Glory Hole” spot near the Mission area that didn’t care what you looked like as long as your tongue was skilled in certain activities.Sometimes, the depraved perverts on the other side of the thin wall would put their other ends up to the opening and she knew they wanted their brown eyes rimmed. It was sort of gross to her, but the two credits. Oh, God! My tits and clit hurt! I was whimpering in pain. But I grit my teeth and stopped my hands before they came all the way up from my sides. I'll never know if Marty would have continued hitting me because the phone rang just then. Leaving me, he went into the kitchenette to answer. Returning after a short conversation in French, he surprised me by unlocking the collar around my neck. Telling me at the same time that my boyfriend was asleep. If I wanted to try yelling loud enough to wake. There was no Coke. Or even Pepsi or Dr Pepper's. There were no hamburgers, pizzas, hot dogs or doner kebabs. Not even a pasty or a bag of chips. But what they had was undeniably food and it certainly filled some of the hole they could feel in their stomachs.What was even worse, as they discovered to their cost, was that there was nowhere selling any ciggies. Not only were they no decent ciggies like 5th Avenue or Edinboro's, but not even rollies like Gold Cup or cheap tabs like Old Street. "Any chance of a hot chocolate? I'm thirsty," asked Jessica, as theyentered the house."Oh, alright. I'll put the saucepan on," said Anne. "Good job it is Friday.But remember Jess, you've got a doctors appointment tomorrow!"Anne was pleased in that Dr. Anderson had agreed to make appointments on aweekend, as so to avoid Jessica missing school. This was Jessica's secondtrip to the gender clinic but was basically just a check up to see how shewas coping full time."Good afternoon, Jessica," said.