And if I'm going to have to put up with it, then I want to get something out of it." No!" I said. "I told you I changed my mind." Well somebody is get...ing fucked," said Krebs. "This has already cost me a bundle." He looked meaningfully at me. "I guess we could make a prison rape video." His smile made chills run down my spine. "You up for that, John?" Fuck no," I shouted."So she gets fucked then," he said, smiling.I clamped my lips closed."Say it, John. I'm going to get my money one way or the. Four men in white uniform turned into her space, then stopped a few metres in front of her. One stepped forward and spoke in a calm, gentle voice."Good morning Samantha, I'm Daniel. Welcome to the Center for Sexual Correction and Enhancement. I hope you had a restful night. We've got a lot of work to do, and I trust you'll give your full cooperation with us for the duration of your stay."Samantha stepped back, her muscles tensing."Come now," Daniel spoke to her soothingly, "there's nothing to. As I continued to kiss her, I stroked the sides of her head and down the sides of her neck with feather light touches, slowly running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. I returned back up the arms just as lightly. I released her from the kiss and placed gentle kisses on each of her eyelids and on the bridge of her nose. I kissed both corners of her mouth. I turned my attention to the small of her neck. I scattered kisses on her throat and lower neck, each kiss causing her to let out. Like watching a television news broadcast without sound. Not easy. Whore looked nervous. Shifted her tacky pink bag from resting in front of her to pushed behind her. Chewing on plastic nail. Can tell from the way the nail has stretched edges. Tapped her foot eighty-three times in that last sixty seconds. Was either waiting for someone or scared of the boogeyman. And either scared of me-the-boogeyman or them-the-boogeyman. Don’t know which is worse. She doesn’t either. For the best, really..