He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed my hands in front of me. My hands were pulled above my head and hung on the hook. He stood ba...k to take a look at his handy work.There I was, my arms secured above me, dressed only in my scandalous feminine lingerie. I stood on my tiptoes in my high heels as the two men looked me over. I was already shaken by my ride in the trunk, and now being at the mercy of these two angry black males only frightened me more. I could only guess what. “Did you come to the party with anyone?” Maud asked.“Yeah,” Rod said, and took a gulp of his drink. He felt a quick, burning jolt from the rum he’d poured to top off his drink.“And she’s okay with this?”“She’s okay. I checked her out a few minutes ago and she’d already hooked up with somebody. She’s not really my girlfriend. We just came together because I was told it was couples only. Who’d you come with?”“I came alone. Lita doesn’t mind if some of the women come by themselves…they just don’t. Jack was one of those guys. Funny, charming, cheeky. He got along with anyone he wanted to, and created his own tribe of friends. It was an exclusive group. He made the decisions and there was never a dull moment with him. Everyone lit up and the party never started without him.Peter felt blessed being able to called Jack a friend. He learnt a lot from his mannerisms at work and tried hard to copy them in his own life, but never to full success. Peter struggled a lot with getting close to. Karen screeched, "Damn it, Doug, what do I have to do to get you to spend the morning in bed with me? You think your damn friends are more important than I am." I listened to my wife of eighteen months rant and rave as I rushed around getting ready for my weekly Sunday morning fun run with my friends. When I was younger and dating or bar hopping Friday and Saturday nights the Sunday run was pure hell many times, but I stuck with it. Oh, I ran three or four times during the week as well, but.