.So he leapt out of bed, pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms, and wentacross the hall to the door of Tom's room. Listening intently hecould just make ...ut the sound of fast, urgent breathing.'Tom! Are you all right?' he called.'Don't come in!' His voice sounded fraught.'What - ?' He'd been about to stick his head round the door. 'Tom,what's wrong? You screamed.''I - uh, I had a nightmare,' he said.'A nightmare? Jesus, Tom! I thought - I don't know what I thought,'Jamie complained. He paused. 'If. We decided to book a holiday together for the following summer. ‘Amsterdam,’ he suggested. ‘We can stay in a cheap hostel. We can drink and visit the coffee-shops and red-light-zone, catch a sex show, that sort of thing.’ I agreed; it would give us something to look forward to and encourage us to keep in touch.From that point on, everything was about saving money for our trip. I focussed on my study, hoping to finish my apprenticeship early and start full-time work for the law firm. My hard. Samantha was an interesting and exciting woman. We liked the same things; Kubrick was the greatest director, Walton the finest symphonist, Syrah the best wine. She and I seemed like the same person. She always seemed to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Then she started to flirt, just a little. I assumed she was across the country. Hell, she could have been in another country for all I knew. I flirted back. Then one day she sent me a fantasy. A very graphic fantasy. One that. ?No Doc, please no, that will rip me apart, please Doc, I will do whatever you want, please don’t put that in me.? I begged him and started to sob. I knew if Doc put that in me, I would be torn to pieces. Doc just sneered. ?I’ll let you get away with talking this time, because I like to hear you beg for mercy. This is only the beginning of your begging. We are going to do things to you that will have you begging us to end your suffering, so prepare for what you are about to encounter.? With.