Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me directions to a warehouse bu...lding on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the metal, the door swung open. A sultry redhead in a loose-fitting jumpsuit greeted me. "Cal? I'm Sondra. Won't you come in?" I followed her into a forlorn office space, and sat down on an old wooden chair. “I understand, Sweetie. But, did you know it was going to happen or did it take you completely by surprise?”Lisa sighed. “I knew.”“How?”“I just knew, okay?” Lisa exclaimed defensively. “I always know! It’s part of what I am!”“Explain it to me,” Mac said. “Start with that force field in your Mom’s living room the day after we met. How did you get trapped in that if you always know what’s going to happen to you?”Lisa stared at her life-mate. “It doesn’t work that way. That happened too slowly. By. Giving him a lap dance as he kisses the back of my neck. Feeling how large his dick was. He then bent me over and stared to lift my skirt and I could feel his cock right in between my butt cheeks, not inserting, but lying long ways, squeezing my butt cheeks together to smash his cock. (oh and plus I have a big butt too.) He began to, no pun intended, to kiss my ass. Kissing my cheeks and rubbing them with his big hands, I could feel him moving toward the center, the next thing I know he is. I was sitting naked on a straight chair and Bradley was mocking me. He reached out and jerked out a big fistful of my hair. I thought he would tear my scalp apart when he pulled it. Then he jerked out another fistful. And another. Oksamma walked up beside him and hit me. Hair fell off my head with the jolt as if it were a wig. He hit me again. And again.They were ripping out all my beautiful hair and my mother was laughing. I could hear her yelling, “Hey Baldy!” and smelled alcohol on her.