Both of his parents were alcoholics and physically abused him from time to time. He was 5'8" tall, pale and small boned. He had shoulder length brow... hair that was naturally wavy. When he approached, I noticed bruises on his face. He said his mother had gotten upset with him and had kicked him in the face as he stood at the bottom of a stairway. She was standing several steps above him and actually hit him in the face while wearing high heels. It had sent him backwards through their front. The truck was nearly to her when the rumble caused her to abandon her search. The truck was ancient, a tow truck, the sort that were really nothing more than a hoist mounted in the back of a pickup. This particular pickup looked like something from TV’s Mayberry, maybe older. Pam was amazed that the rumbling heap could even stay together. But who was she to be choosy. After all, it was her brand-spanking-new MINI sitting dead a few miles down. The truck skidded to a stop and a dust cloud thrown. I wasn't expecting anything but thought, “Why the hell not?” so I put on a pair of skin tight, dark denim skinny jeans, knee high black patent boots with 5” heels, a short sleeve green satin blouse with a leather underbust corset on top. Needless to say I did my hair and make up – I opted for a deep red lipstick on this night. (see here for approximately what I was wearing: http://www.tmart.com/pgallery/Gothic-Hang-Neck-Tang….I was on my second martini and beginning to feel a little horny when. On the few nights I did go home I went upstairs and drank myself to sleep. It was Saturday morning and I was unable to fall asleep after a long night of work. On nights I didn’t drink I found it hard to fall asleep. My mind raced with thoughts of anger and sadness; depression and inferiority. I walked downstairs and brewed some coffee. Courtney was still asleep in her room. I poured myself a glass of water while waiting for my coffee to be ready. The door of Courtney’s room opened and Mark.