They didn’t really hang out but whenever there was a block party they were friendly. ‘Yeah, I guess I am. He’s a really sweet guy.’ ‘I’ve ...lways thought so but he doesn’t seem your type.’ ‘Well, he’s not the type I have dated. But, Mom, I’ve dated a lot of jerks. And, well, he’s not one. So I thought maybe I should date someone who I like, instead of who I’m supposed to like. Does that make sense?’ ‘Oh, for sure,’ my mother replied, still stuck in the 80’s. ‘Just be nice to him. You shouldn’t. Standing around me in a circle are eight men, fully dressed, with only their cocks hanging out. They are all wearing ski masks, except for John and Darryl. I notice another figure in the distance tied to the oak tree. The person is completely naked, and I realize it is Chris. Her perfect body tied to a crucifix, a huge smile on her face. For a moment my mind wanders to what a strange sight this must be. Then my imagination wanders to movies and books I have read. What if this is some. ”Harriet thought about it, but then shook her head. “No, please don’t do that on my behalf. You are used to it, and that is important for your safety.” She looked at the sword, as it was lying on the bench behind Tony. “Its hilt and scabbard are worn. Will you allow me to have it refitted by a sword maker? Then it would have something of me, too.”“An extra lucky charm, you mean?” Tony asked. “I would love that.”It was time for Tony to return to the Asia, and he settled the tab with the. “Ok then wear that and come down then.” They pointed me towards where the ladies washroom was and asked whether I would be okay on my own. I gave a friendly smile and felt nice that they actually somewhat cared for me. I watched them rush downstairs like children on Christmas and went inside the washroom.I got into a stall and took off my shirt and my bra. My boobs were sticky with the men’s spit. Then I took off my tight jeans and felt the stickiness of my legs. I pulled down my panties.