"The younger woman hesitated, suddenly looking frightened. She looked from Dana to Drew with indecision on her face.Dana knew what she was thinking. "...t's okay," she whispered, as she pulled her to her feet, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."Mary Ellen stood uneasily and let Dana hold her hand as she was led toward the patio door with Drew following close behind. However, before they went inside Dana stopped and turned to Mary Ellen. "Let's take off these wet shorts." Before. Bundles of untraceable bills. So there I was, climbing into Leroy’s crash pad, an old furniture warehouse. The ground floor was a garage for his many cars plus a mess room for the armed hired help covering the access, the middle floor high-ceiling rooms were plushly reappointed throughout, the top floor consisting of pokey attics full of rubbish. Hey, I like to explore. So I climbed that wall to the attic and let myself in through some window that a disgruntled recent ex-employee had. Music poured out of the sound system and Mark could feel himself relax further as he propped his crutches against his thigh while he perched on a stool. ‘What can I get you?’ the bartender asked as he stopped in front of Mark, wiping his hands on a towel. ‘Can I get a Red Stripe?’ Mark asked. The bartender nodded and moved away. Mark glanced around at the bar and watched some of the people for a few seconds until the bartender returned. Thanking him, Mark lifted the dark bottle to his lips and. I felt seman begin to run out of my hole down my leg. I began shaking, fear took over ...I began to cry. "Did you know that guy?" I shook my head. "How long have you known him?" I softly muttered a few weeks. I felt so scared and began to wonder if I was going to jail. Instead, the cop gave me a lift home. He asked me about how we met and if what he saw us doing was consensual. I told him yes and I rode in the back of his car. We pulled up to my apartment. He walked me to my door and used.