She was fifty percent right. I never fucked a whore, but I love going to titty bars.For anyone who is familiar with life on the road, it can be pretty...boring. There’s only so much Johnny Cash you can listen to, or buddies on the other end of the radio you can talk to before you start getting those male urges. First comes the constant need to jerk off, then comes the need to visit some strip clubs, then finally, you need to go to a bar and pick up some easy chicks who will fuck you all for a. Obviously the Master had drugged our food or drink again. I wondered where we were being transported to. Obviously overseas, since this was a boat.--------------Days later we still knew nothing other than we were in a steel box going somewhere. On occasion, a man would suddenly enter the room, set a tray of food on the floor, check our waste bucket and exchange it if needed. He would say nothing, and even though we were totally naked, barely looked at us. Neither were we molested in any. Show us all what you're made of..." Come on, Kat ... enough is enough." No! I'm serious, Bill ... if you want them, you'll have to come here and get them." She wasn't laughing.Bill looked around ... nobody was looking at him, not even Lisa and Meredith, who had deliberately turned around to give all their attention to Mark. It was obvious that they felt that this was between Kat and himself. He hesitated, still. Finally, trying his utmost to cover his privates discreetly, he stumbled out of the. Something Fi and I wished we could do.I smiled. "I'm fine, thanks. Please. What's going on with the case?"He led us into his office and we sat down. He sighed. "I had hoped wewouldn't get to this point."Fi jumped in. "What does that mean? I mean what's in dispute here?These animals attacked my son and put him in hospital. What is thereto do here?" I could see Matt getting agitated, reliving the attack.He was pulling at his neck, as if he could take his skin off. Fi's legwas bouncing.