I had made to leave but stopped, my eyes unfocused and my legs unsteady. He leads me down. But no romance, not in this. He leads me to the back of his...lorry. He stands, his back to the large metal doors, leaning in. I crouch. I fumble, he helps and his trousers are open. His hands on my head, pushing. My ponytail pulled, tight. His words rough. His sweat, his stench. The cold. All triggers. Euphoria. Bliss. Overwhelming. I remember my instructions, just. I stop. I reach into a pocket and pull. Tina told her girlfriend that Paul and her had something come up and needed a babysitter. Her friend quickly agreed to take care of Elizabeth, and agreed to come pick her up. After her friend picked up Elizabeth, Tina went back into her room, to find Jennifer asleep. Hey slut, wake up, you cant be sleeping, she yelled, walking up to the bed. While Tina had never experimented with another girl, she did have a secret fantasy of watching Paul have sex with another girl, and having his way with. When we reached the house, we went inside and checked the place out first, just to make sure nobody else was in it. When we got to the second floor of the house, there was a bedroom that still had some old carpet on the floor, so I said to Lyle This looks like a good place, what do you think? Lyle was quick to respond with Looks good to me. And as soon as he ended his sentance, he began taking off his clothes. I then let go of Rascal and started taking my clothes off too. It was kinda hard to. I could not believe a place existed and I saved the newspaper. To make a long story short, I arranged with my employer to have me take a business trip to San Francisco a few weeks later after my discovery. I finally arrived in SF and I found the theatre. I remember walking past the entrance, twice, but did not have the balls to walk in. There was traffic on Post Street in front of the theatre and people would stare at you to see if you would actually walk in. I was nervous and I didn’t want.