After we had a second drink in front of us I conceded that maybe the car should go and the money returned to my daughter’s education fund. “Okay, ...ou know why I’m here, how is it you are here to fuck some stranger?”Angela ordered her third Manhattan then started her story. “Crissy and I got stoned at a party one night at some guys apartment. It was her and me and six guys. Some of them started hitting on us but we didn’t want to screw around, not with a group, that wasn’t our style. One guy. By the time the day arrived, I was in overdrive and had no idea what was to come….**I stood looking at the table for what seemed like a lifetime, taking in what I saw before my eyes. A plate of strawberries and a couple of bottles of water were the most normal things in front of me. There was a blindfold, a couple of feathers and two smallish black velvet drawstring bags. Three ties were laid out across the width of the table and amongst all those things, a book, the cover of which had a. He tried to act calm, as he didn'twant to make Erin any more upset. Then he saw the headlights of a car comingdown the road. As it got closer he was excited to see that it wasn't a car,rather it was a tow-truck. He waved it down and it pulled off onto the sideof the road. The truck was old and covered with dirt and rust. The onlylettering on it was "Towing and Repair" in faded white letters. The drivergot out and approached Chris."Looks like you could use some help." Croaked the driver.Chris. She felt that if he tried anything she could stop him because she had been able to do so at the club. She said he sort of maneuvered her over to the sofa with the drinks and as soon as she sat down he started in again. He was a big guy and he just leaned into her and pressed her down on the sofa. The next thing she knew he had his hand between her legs and was trying to pull her skirt up. She said she was struggling with him, trying to keep her legs together and her skirt down at the same time..