. . Lisa raised her hand to knock the pieces of the puzzle apart. She didn't want to finish THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD; she didn't want ...o find out what the hole in the middle of the puzzle might turn out to be. But then she lowered her hand. Perhaps it was worse not to know. Perhaps it was worse to wait and wonder. Lisa sank back down into the chair at the table. She fought off the fear that crept into the sore muscles of her back. Deliberately, piece by piece, she began to fill. After our shows ended we slowly wandered up to bed. As I walked up thestairs, I felt what was becoming a familiar tingle in the back of myhead and knew that something magical was kicking in. Looking at thebedroom, I felt some serious dread. Oh God, what's next?It didn't take me long to figure it out. Slowly, I felt an overpoweringurge to go into the closet and pull out a negligee that Pete had boughtfor me last Christmas, one which I knew turned him on. Holding it in myhands in front of. " Where do you want to go?" I don't care. Some seedy bar somewhere; just get me out of the house."I'd drive to one of the many bars in our city and drop her off in front and then I would take off and kill half an hour driving around, getting gas or something like that and then I would head on back to the bar. I'd go inside and have a seat at the bar, look around until I saw where Janice was sitting and then I would sit back and wait. Man after man would approach her and ask if they could join. The boy can clearly see his long prick disappear in and out of her face. Her eyes are closed; her lips are wrapped snuggly around him. He slides a hand over her body, over her shirt, reaching around to grab her breast. He squeezes and then continues on to the back of her pants, for now she is on her knees on the couch. He slips right into her panties, over her bare ass. His other hand is on the back of her head, guiding her fruitlessly back and forth along his length.Brock pulls back, grabbing.