’ He had called her employer, or at least spoken to someone there whom he had known well enough to ask about her. She had given her two week notice,...no one seemed to know where she had gone. She was sorely missed, she had been very good at her job and certainly had gotten a better offer somewhere else. So that was it, he had mused. Gone…gone from his life. She had a common name. He remembered generally where she had been from—within a three state area—but nothing beyond that. He didn’t recall. On the second afternoon Helen went shopping and I wandered round the town taking in the sights and having a few Dutch beers. I visited a couple of bookshops and art galleries and late in the afternoon I found myself on the Spuistraat. This isn’t in the red light district so I was surprised to see a huge porno shop. It was Amsterdam so I had to take a look inside. The atmosphere in the place was very easy going and I wandered around glancing at the magazines. I started to get a roaring hard on. He began inching her panties down until the pubic hair on her mound was visible. He dramatically paused. The audience was now clapping rhythmically again to encourage him to continue. The panties were inched down a bit further until everyone could see the top of her vulva. Again he paused for emphasis. Then the panties were pulled down to mid thigh with one quick motion. Sally gasped. Many in the audience whistled, liking what they saw, for Sally had a generous amount of dark pubic hair framing. Amy took a deep breath and said, "Not so great. He turned out to be an asshole." Nick frowned and looked at her in concern, "Why? What happened?" This time Amy took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully, "You promise not to get upset?" Nick became visibly upset with that remark, "How can I not get upset when you ask me such a question? What happened?" Her insides were starting to roil with the possibilities that passed through her head. "After we left the restaurant, he.