“Get out of here next year with some summer courses; finish college in three, masters before I’m twenty.”I nodded and chewed, puzzled and impres...ed. Most of the people I knew didn’t plan much past their next bathroom break. “How old are you, don’t mind my asking?”“Not unless it’s for foul purposes. I’m jailbait, thirteen, but I’m taking junior English this semester.” She smiled.“Thirteen. So you graduate at fourteen or fifteen, right?” I moved her into a different category.She nodded and. It was nice to have a yard and, since it was late spring, plants were growing. I was roaming around in back and met one of my neighbors that Saturday. Alison was 20 and in college living with her mother and younger sister. I noted that she was nice looking with a tight body which was somewhat on display in a scoop neck shirt and shorts both of which were tight. We talked a few minutes and then she went into her house. Other than enjoying the view, I thought little of the meeting.Later that. I forced myself to open my eyes and was immediately struck by the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing where the heck I was. I began looking around and immediately discovered that I had company in the bed. But it was not my husband, Dave. It was a naked black man, and he was sound asleep.All of a sudden, it came rushing back to me. I was in bed in a hotel room in Los Angeles and had just experienced the most amazing day and night of nearly non-stop sexual pleasures of my young life. The naked. "I beg you, I beg you!" I screamed, all but forgetting that rescue was at hand. But I had to get him away from me, lest he use me as a hostage. I needn't have worried. As John stepped towards the propane torch he'd brought, I yelled, "Roger!" John looked up, and an amazing thing happened: Roger jumped him from above; he'd been in the hayloft! It wasn't really a fight; John was stunned by the impact. Roger pushed him, roughly, towards the winch, slammed John into the wall to immobilize him, and.