Jim was so patient, and kind. And his interest in her was obviously genuine. She felt her panties descend her legs.“You’re so beautiful,” he sig...ed.“You’re insane,” she breathed. She felt grotesquely swollen.“I’m not insane at all,” he said. “I’m a connoisseur of beautiful women. I know a babe when I see one.”“You’re seeing a babe, all right,” she said. “It just hasn’t been born yet.”“Get in the water,” he said. “I’m having a hard time controlling myself.”“What could you possibly do?” she. Our sameness. It feels never-ending. Like the first kiss I ever had, I’m drunk from it, but unlike that kiss, which felt good because of the promise of what it would lead to next, this one feels different. This kiss feels like sex itself.When we finally come up for air, we don’t lose a second. We tear at each other’s clothes; he loses a button and I hear the seams of my t-shirt ripping.“What about you, huh? He murmurs, “You scared of what I’m going to do to you now?”I can’t speak, I don’t trust. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action, otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black. Monday, 1 October 2012, A Gentleman’s Club, Seattle, Washington. When I finally came to, I was lying on a couch in a small office. I could. I was practically vibrating with impatience to be on the coach to London. Miguel said coolly, in no hurry to be off, "Belle, if we get to the station before the bus, we will still be waiting." He was so frustrating sometimes!Finally we were on the way to London. The bus was so slow, the landscape through the window was painfully dull on this dreary, gray February day and I couldn't sleep. I was like a caged panther. I wanted to be there, the tight quarters were making me fussy and fidgety..