I was feeling a bit firm in the jeans. The flashlight was back in my face. "Assume the position" said Samantha with great enthusiasm. "Against the ca..." said Betsey. I balked, stood still, mouth dry. Both girls were stone faced but swayed slightly, squirming inwardly, and waiting for my response. Sam slowly drew her billy club from her belt and slapped it against her open palm. The mirrored glasses were creeping down her nose and I saw her eyebrow cock at me triggering a twitchy feeling in. " I remember saying that. I never asked you." I thought about what I'd do if she called me and wanted to be friends again. I know she'd only offer to do that because you and I are like we are now, friends again. I don't think I want to see her right now, or anytime soon." So, what do you think about Shirley's phone call?" Did you talk about other things too, or just about her coming back?" We talked about school and family, and she complained about her old boyfriend not satisfying her, because. She had already given him fifty to fuck me. He looked back at me, “Another hundred, you say? What if she wants to know why I wasn’t with you?”I nodded and grinned, “Tell her, it’s my time of the month.” He grinned and nodded back. I transferred the fifty to his account, handed him one of the bottles of plonk, and he wandered over to their table. I went back to mine and filled, Foxy’s, Trevor’s and my glasses. Not long later, the others came back to join us again. The three couples all seemed. He stopped at about the middle of the back of my head and then began the sides. Rolling me even tighter it seemed around my ears and cheeks. Once this part was finished he went over to the counter, opened a drawer and pulled out a set of menacing looking electric hair clippers?"What are they for??" I stammered nervously"For shaving your head bald if you give me any trouble you little faggot, now put your head forward and hold still..go on lean forward," I leaned forward and looked down.