EPILOGUE:Like a bad 1960's television show, there is an Epilogue to this story. At the end of August, 1993, a nice government man knocked at my door ...n a warm Saturday afternoon. I was asked if I was "Mark Andersen," knowing I was in no trouble for anything, I said yes. He asked me if I knew a Chris "X". I said, yes, at one point we were an item but she moved out of town and I had not seen or heard from her since February 1988. The government official said, "I am sorry, I regret to. In the darkness their lips met. Their hands exploring what their eyes could not see. As their clothes were removed instead of feeling the cold they both felt the warmth of their desires.Tia had noticed Roy looking at her since they had first met earlier that day. Then as they were walking she felt him looking at her backside and she had put a little more wiggle in her walk. Now here in the dark she was so close to this man, a stranger yet her body wanted the feel and closeness of him. She. Once you pay that, when you go to their meetings, the fee is then reduced. I think the meetings are fifteen dollars. They have their jerkoff meetings two times a week. Tuesday and Sundays are when they’re scheduled. Each session is three hours. I also heard that towards the end of the evening they carry out a man and a female on Cleopatra style chairs and all the men jack off and have a bukake party on either the man or the female. Tonight’s the night that I’ll be going to this club. About a. I clenched my teeth, willing myself not to scream and getting my knees under me to lessen the pull on my scalp. ‘What are you waiting around for? Is this what you want to see?’ my father asked, holding me up like a prize, my blouse gaping open. I tried to pull it closed, tears blurring my vision. ‘Here it is,’ he said to Danny, yanking my blouse open. ‘Is this what you wanted?’ Danny’s eyes were burning with a light I had never seen before, his mouth set in a thin line. His hands clenched.