Not seeing a way out of it I started undressing. I paused when a few of the guys pulled out their phones and start taking pictures but I continued kno...ing that if I didn't do what they want a few pictures would be the least of my worries. After my clothes were laying in a pile on the ground, one of the guys came over, picked them up and said that I wouldn't get them back until I earned them. I stood there naked as they continued to take pictures of me, then they all gathered around me to form a. A few arguments. Making up in a few days. The man complaining because he always has to apologize first. Even if the woman was wrong.(We're never wrong of course. Knock off the giggles Mark. Mmmmm... Hey! I'm trying to be serious here.)So, anyway, how come nobody writes about ordinary folks?Mark and I for example. Sure, we did like to make love a lot at first. Did it almost anywhere we could find a chance of five minutes of more or less privacy. Got 'caught' a few times too. Always after he had. It had a thatched roof and a chimney in the centre where wisps of grey smoke were drifting up into the gloomy sky. A cobbled path led up to the front door, which suddenly burst open and Mark came bounding out to greet us. “Hey guys, glad you could make it, come on in and meet some of the others.” The gorgeous smell of burning logs filled our nostrils as we entered into the cottage. Mark introduced us to five other couples, all of whom were very well dressed and oozing the air of wealth.. "Was there someone there?" Dr. Jonas asked, and waited patiently for her to answer.Seeing that she was in need of coaxing, he asked her again. "Brianna? Is this something you are finding hard to discuss? I'm listening if you want to continue." he said, wanting to hear her tell the rest of her story."Well, we didn't think so at first, I mean, we were tired, and it could have been any number of things," she stopped again; but continued. "Then we heard it again. I mean, who the hell hangs around.