Turning back to face the front, holding Julie by her hand, my fingers locked into hers.“I’ll give you £500?” he insisted.Turning, with force in...my voice I replied, “Look the tickets are not for sale!” I stared into his eyes, attempting to make my point.He curled his lips into a grin. “I’m not talking about your tickets, buddy. I want to buy your bitch for £500.” His expression, turned to rage, as he looked down at the ground, my eyes trailed his sight. He had a switchblade in his hand, pointed. Feeling his hands on my skin, I quiver in excitement. He refrains from tugging at the clasp of my bra through my top and takes a moment to compose himself, still with his lips locked onto mine. He pulls away, looks me in the eye and slowly guides my top over my head throwing it onto the front dashboard of his car. Just then my phone begins to ring. I look at Charlie and pick up my phone to answer it; it's his girlfriend. "Hiya, are you with Charlie?" she says. "Yeah, 2 seconds." Charlie takes. I kept asking myself why don't I just run away from this real nightmare? Even my wife offered me a way out. Why was I staying? Was I hoping things would get better? And as if in a nightmare, no reason could be thought of for what was happening, except maybe, I was still very much in love with her, and doing what she thought was necessary, even at the expense of my pride, and despite her conspiratorial role in my abasement. Did I deserve this just because I was not as adequately equipped to. We entered emergency and found several people ahead of me. I stepped to the admitting window and a nurse took my information and care card. I would have to wait for a doctor to examine me."I'll stay here with you, Love," she said. "I'm just going to park the car and I'll be right back.I gave her a light kiss of thanks and got a smile in return.It was almost an hour before I was ushered into a little cubicle and a rather harried looking young doctor came in. He confirmed that indeed I had a low.