Standing before me was a woman of considerable beauty. Aged about forty-two years old, she was slim, of medium height, shoulder length blonde hair, st...iking blue eyes and a very attractive face. She was wearing tight cycling shorts with a tight dryflo top that hugged her ample breasts nicely. I gathered myself together quickly, extended my hand, and smiled to greet her."Samantha?" I enquired."Yes it is indeed, and you must be Philip?" she replied with a broad, warm reciprocating smile."That's. She frequented it often, she and all her dark friends who were interested in that weird, gothic stuff. I never went there, but not because it scared me, I just found it stupid. But now I'm here, in front of the door of the club, ringing the bell. It's sunny, it's morning, the place should be closed and empty. Maybe that's why she invited me here ... I'm still thinking, when the door swings open, automatic lock. I enter, looking around, and I ask timidly "Is anyone there?"The place is dark, the. A pretty girl, but a girl anyway, in his seat."Hey," an 'excuse me' didn't seem appropriate to young Chris this fateful morning, "You're in my seat"The girl didn't seem too phased by the tone of aggression in the redhaired boys voice. She knew a lot more than she let on. But all knowing or not, she remained firmly planted in the seat. Christopher clenched his teeth, but relented and sat next to another girl on the next seat over. He was not a happy boy. But when compared to what was to happen. I said, ‘I got a question for you if your baby needed milk and someone came to take the cow would you let him and let your baby die?’ ‘No we would stop him,’ I said, ‘How would you do that say please mister don’t take the cow, he would rape and kill you. There is only one way one shot one kill It’s is that simple.’ ‘For a young man you got a cold heart,’ Gladice said. ‘Absolutely not if word got out what was here how long before we were mobbed. Your family was starving what would of you do if.