His friend hits him in the arm. The next bet I played 14 again looking him in the eyes. He didn't stare at my tits that time. We all talked and joked...for another half hour. Then two other friends showed up. They introduced Alex as the birthday boy. He was saying the fireworks are going to start in a few minutes. They wanted to see the fireworks and pleaded for me to join them. They were nice enough guys and I decided to join them. We color up our chips and head out the door. The first firework. Then they exit and the door is closed. The first thing that strikes her as they close the door, leaving her lying on her back, is the staunch smell filling the air. A stinking mix of stale water, old urine and human sweat. The air is so thick with this stench that at first she can barely breathe. The cell seems to be very large, it's so dark that she can't see where it ends. There are noises, as if this cell was holding other prisoners. They slowly crawl away from their corners, about five men,. " "So did he?" I asked, totally intrigued. "Yes he did. He closed the shop, took hold of my hand, led me slowly into the back of the shop and laid me down on what looked like an examination table. The images that were going through my mind, but I didn't let on. He gave me the bottle to read and it was an actual prescription bottle, so none of your phoney Boots toot, the real McCoy for me. He warmed his hands under some hot water, laid me face down on the table, there was even a cut out. I accepted a cold beer from you which was a welcomed peace offering to let me know we were “cool” and swiftly moving beyond our initial misunderstanding. As we talked I sipped my beer politely and asked for a tour of the vacant room, just then you boldly grabbed my hand wrapping mine in your warm palm leading me down the hall toward a row of identical closed doors. You opened the first door which was a linen closet, then the next door which was your room and then pointed.