As I sat outside, despondent and trying to think what to do next, an older man, I guessed in his forties, who was coming out of the store tapped me on...the shoulder and asked if he could be of any help. I was embarrassed, did not know what to say and looked at him silently with my sorry eyes for the longest time. After a while I realized his hand was still on my shoulder and, was it my imagination! I could swear his warm palm was softly rubbing me through the thin fabric of my shirt. I must have. We made small talk as I'm still standing there in a towel dripping on the floor. He asked about my thanksgiving etc. He started to fix the light so I walked away to put a tshirt on and as I dropped my towel to pull my shirt over my head I realized he was looking at me. I pulled my shirt down and started to blush. He smiled and I turned away. He walked towards me and said I didn't have to cover up he likes what he sees. I started to get nervous. I had never really did anything like this before.. Next, I adorned my legs in black seamed stockings, securely fastening them with a beautiful black and purple laced suspender belt. I had recently bought a long leather skirt with a slit most of the way up the back of it, and I was looking forward to taking it out on it's maiden voyage, so to speak. After zipping myself into the skirt and enjoying how constrictive it was, forcing me to take little steps, I decided on the matching bra to the suspenders (the knickers weren't going to be needed. .. make sure no one else... su... ff... er... sssssss." FRANKWhat could I do, he was my friend for 3 months. I had to continue his quest, besides the fact that I had my own motives for revenge.I sat there in the cell and watched my friend suffer in pain. He rolled around like a squealing pig. He grabbed his stomach and suddenly began to shake violently. I knew that Jones would be coming soon to see this horrible deed so I quickly hid the journal.When Jones entered, Matt had already begun to.