And then there was the message that changed everything. It was sent by someone I didn’t recognize - not one of my friends - and appeared to be a guy...from the username.“Hello there. I’m reaching out to you about an unique opportunity I think you would be interested in. You chatted with a friend of mine, who relayed how enthusiastic you are in your sexual experiences. Your bio further added to my desire to invite you to an exclusive event taking place in the pleasure penthouse. Please let me know. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you. She felt a strange jittering sensation and realized it was Ned trembling. He tried to speak, but he could muster no better than a soft croak. Cassie was sure she had heard the word "love."She embraced him again and managed to hold back a sob, though her eyes were still liquid when she pulled back. A slow smile broke wide across Ned's face."Go kick Victor's ass out of Gina's head, babe," he said.Cassie smiled and nodded once. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes.Gina stepped away from. The top was finished in a black, faux-fur edge, and hung on her beautifully from a neckline that went almost off her shoulders to plunge in front and back. The dress had seven large black buttons closing the front, and a wide, black belt that gathered tightly at her waist."I'd like to hire that cab, there (she pointed), number 5 down." Lady, you get the next one in line. All right? Is that all right?" Well, you see, I really want that one there." She held out a twenty-dollar bill. He looked at.