“I’m Jeffery Taylor by the way, I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your name.” “I’m Kelly, Kelly Woods, it’s nice to meet you Jeff.” She o...ened the sliding glass door and invited him in. “Have a seat on the couch. I want to have a look at your head, where he hit you.” When Jeff took his seat, Kelly sat on her haunches next to him. Running her fingers through his hair, she soon found the bump left by Rob’s fist. Kelly gently tested the bump with her fingers, checking for swelling and any potential. ’ ‘I’m in the same boat, I guess. Divorced. Kids grown.’ ‘You have grown up kids?’ I nodded and grabbed a framed picture of the three of us and handed it to him. He examined it closely. ‘Wow. How old are they?’ he asked. ‘My daughter is twenty and in college. My son is eighteen and lives with his dad now.’ John looked at me with raised eyebrows. ‘They’re good looking kids. How old are you?’ ‘Thirty-eight. I started early.’ ‘I thought you were younger. Maybe around thirty. You look it.’ ‘Thank. I tried not to feel revulsion andshame at what I was doing, I told myself that I didn't have a choice,that id be hurt if I refused to work.That revelation came from Janet, who told me that one previous girl, whohad refused to work one night, was taken away by him, and was never seenthere again. A few days later, she saw an article in the paper, sayingthat she had been found dead. Naturally, the death of a prostitutedidn't lead to any task forces being formed, and that was two years ago.That. I started the back and forth motions from before, as I watched her face go through a myriad of contortions, as I was gliding in and out of her womanhood.“Go, faster Randall, just a little faster, please?”I did, using a rhythm not unlike a slow romantic Kenny G number ... I started running the song, ‘Songbird’ in my head, following the rhythm with my loins. I heard Kami moan and tremble as I was doing this. I opened my eyes to see her breasts. They were moving in an opposite rhythm to my.