It took me and my dirty little slut a few days to acclimatize to the Tunisian heat, but once we got stuck into the Duty Free Vodka, she decided it was...time for an interrogation. I had popped out for some cola from the bar, and when I returned she was dressed up in a tight white blouse, strict make up, and a short black skirt.She threw the extra duty free fags at my chest, and demanded to know what else I had smuggled in. She started to search me, patting me down like a professional. Insisting I. No, this was clearly not what he had expected to happen. But the initiative was now completely back on my side. I had knocked the wind out of his lungs with that Judo hip throw. And he gasped for air as he tried to understand what had just happened to him."Beg you! ... Otherwise I'll pull your balls from your body, Mike!", I called again. And pulled that sack up sharply now. Gradually Mike realized that it was serious, and that I would not let him go until he would beg for mercy. He could of. "Because you needed some help on your bad day yesterday, before it got worse", He replied."What do you mean by 'worse'?", she countered."Depressed people do negative things like hurt themselves or just give up on living life. I've been watching you from this window for months as you came and went. You seemed like a happy person until recently. I have a big problem 'unhappy' when I know it can be made better", the man answered."I've got a suspicion that you've helped others before", she said. “Postcode?”“EH7 5SN”2 minutes... “got u - c u in 20 min. I'll txt u outside.” My heart jumped, dropped but, instead of the solid wet thud of its immovable mass hitting reality, it kept falling… and dissipated.I glanced at the photo of Helen on the table: I knew nothing would ever be the same again, I'd want more. I already wanted more.My mind whirred: it was just for sex - I was straight - I loved women - I loved her! It was dangerous, it had only took a couple minutes to arrange - what kind of.