I can't be sure what they had in mind, but we were approached by a single sailing boat with around 10 men aboard. As usual, we did not at first know t...at they were pirates, but the cannoneers were on the alert, just in case. The cannon was loaded with its usual charge of grapeshot—all it needed was to have the fuse inserted in the touch hole to be ready to fire.The pirates got very close before making their intentions apparent, so the cannon was really too close for grapeshot to be at its. She was frozen in terror as he touched her face. ‘Do me a favor?’ She shook her head up and down, mostly because his hands were forcing her to nod. ‘Go to the salon, get a haircut, get some highlights, get your eyebrows waxed, get a bag of new makeup and for god sakes, get some contacts okay?’ He hugged her close, patting her head. ‘Okay?’ ‘Sir…’ Janice muffled into his shirt. She waited a second longer until he finally released her. He looked at her expectantly and she decided it was best to. Her features tended to make her look younger than her 21 years.His coworker swiped through the naked pictures of Mike's girlfriend. He was 44 years old white man. Had a bit of a gut and was a little hairy. Married with 3 kids to raise. He loved to look at girls and when Mike's girlfriend visited he eat her up with his eyes.Mike always wanted to watch his girlfriend fucked by another man and he was planning for it to happen. Before going home that day Mike asked his coworker, Jon, if he wanted. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll be in touch.” She swept the envelope and the photographs into her briefcase and walked away. I sat there for a while contemplating the hole I had dug for myself. What the hell was I going to do? My coffee was left undrunk, I don’t think I could have stomached it. Soho is always busy, but as I walked I wasn’t aware of anything or anybody. Feeling wretched and miserable, and unable to talk to anybody about it, I wandered through the streets. I thought about.