I wonder where my friends are? Three young men sat at a bar taking shots as the nightclub slowly fills up. The bartenders are exceptionally beautiful....I think I may have tried to get one of their numbers. Three young women join us for a round of shots then we walk over to the dance floor. All of a sudden I am upstairs in the VIP lounge shouting the name of a song into a young woman’s ear. Now I am at a different club entirely, talking with a beautiful mother of two. She is saying something. She had been there for a minute or two when she heard a sound behind her and saw Ashley approaching."Ohh i'm so sorry I had to go to a meeting with Mrs. Margaret" She panted as she got up the stairs. Mrs. Margaret was the English teacher and could be known to be very strict so Iqra understood and just gave Ashley a smile and nodded."You don't mind me going to the loo I need to take a piss so badly" Ashley said "Not at all" Iqra repliedAshley went into the toilet and Iqra thought of going in. He tried the file cabinet. The first drawer kissed open. A black typewriter rested on a block of paper. A small box sat next to the typewriter filled with dozens of passport photographs. Towards the back of the drawer, a shotgun, heavy and cold. In surprise, he dropped the flashlight which broke upon hitting the floor. The bottom drawer had been locked as he tried to pull it free.He found his way to the door and entered the pitch-black hallway. The yellowing florescent lights flickered. He. "Someone we can abuse." She puts it. "What do you mean by abuse?" I ask. " Someone we can totally take charge of and make her do what we want. Like a sex toy!" Emmie, as of late, is having fantasies about lesbian sex and what it would be like to have a threesome. I'm not against her idea or her desire to fulfill her fantasies, but I do have serious reservations about bringing in another partner who could possibly reveal the true nature of the on-going affair Emily and I have been having for.