Thank you for your understanding.))You slam the door behind you and lean against it, staring into the middle-distance across your one-bedroom apartmen.... You can hear the melancholy symphony of the raindrops behind the door, occasionally accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder. You don’t bother taking off your coat, letting droplets of water drip onto the floor. You look at the clock mounted on the wall. It’s a quarter-past midnight but you aren’t tired at all, at least not in the sleepy. I sidled left and backwards into the photocopy room, the two guys following like puppies on a very short leash.Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until it happened to me. Oh, there is a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine, but wait for it.It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana.. Very wealthy and powerful people! Very rude and horrible people! Ian and Chrissy were almost ignored to start with. They were lowly people in the eyes of everyone, simply there to serve.As the evening progressed drinks were flowing and it was lively. Then it begins! A few of the guests were getting frisky! Then came a loud voice that silenced the room. "Where's our fucking hosts?" Chrissy raised her hand. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Did Ian not explain to dress sexy?" We were shocked!. ‘Maybe later’ he said to both Sean and himself. ‘Maybe later.’ Scar walked out of the room and the steel door shut behind him with a loud clank. As Sean sat in the dark he thought about the names Scar had just listed. He had tried so hard to put them out of his head. A tear rolled down his sunken cheek and he slipped into unconsciousness. I Kandahar, Afghanistan 3 years earlier- 30 pounds for the plates he wore, 45 pounds in his ruck sack he wore, 15 pounds of ammo on his chest, and an 8 pound.