Chapter 3 I did know one man who might be a suitable candidate. Michael, an Irishman full of Irish charm, was the full-time professional at the local ...olf club. He was single, about 40, a rugged open-air type, and a man who clearly enjoyed the company of women. Just about all the women visiting the club, single and married seemed to be friends of his. I decided I needed to get more acquainted with Michael. I started by spending a little more time at the club, and having the odd drink with. The next thing he felt was something warm and wet sliding around his cock. He tried to control his breathing, and resist the urge to groan with pleasure as her tongue slid smoothly over his engorged cock head and she took him all the way into her mouth. She lingered there, just letting her tongue flick back and forth over the tip. 'God this feels amazing,' he thought. She opened her mouth wider and started bobbing her head up and down, taking him in deeper each time until she was. A real sharp pain on both sides of my chest and all I could do was to tremble uncontrollably. Through the pain I could understand that I had been tasered twice. I could see some woman taking crying Lily. Then there was a kick – no, several kicks - to my ribs. All this I noticed through a haze and unable to react.Then I was gripped and handcuffed and pulled forcefully outside towards a waiting police car. There was pain and more pain as they pulled me towards the car. I wondered what my aunty. I heard her shout, away from the phone, ‘Mark, come here!’ Then she said, ‘I’ll have George get back with you,’ and hung up. About two hours later, Mark was at the front door, trailed by George. Mark had a hangdog appearance, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, a guilty, embarrassed expression on his face, his eyes focused on some insignificant item on the ground. ‘Go ahead, son. Tell him,’ prodded George. Mark wanted to look anywhere but at me. Eventually, in a very quiet and nervous.