"First time?"There was a man sitting next to him. A guy about his own age, or maybe a little older. He was tall, had an athletic build and a sensitive...face. Al felt perfectly at ease in his presence."Yes, it is. Actually, I'm new to this whole scene. I just want to find out a few things and... " And?" Well, you see I'm married. Yeah, married. Does that make me some kind of freak in this place?"The man chuckled. "No, you won't find any prejudice against married men here. We see more of them than. Her firm breasts were full, but in perfect proportion with her statuesque body. She exuded a quietly authoritative air that made my knees weaken. Brisa looked at me with dusky eyes, gleaming with dark intent."Come!" Something in her tone suggested a command, not an invitation.Brisa led the way into a brightly-lit ground-floor apartment. complete with all modern furnishings. When she moved, her hips swayed sensually. She sashayed across the tiled floor exuding Hollywood glamour. Her provocative. I have no clue why you want this and I am not going to talk about it any further!” The next noise he heard was her slamming the phone down and her bursting into tears. Brendan was a little stunned in hearing such an outburst right above his head and hearing her sob so hard made him wonder if he should check on her even though he did not know her at all. He took another drink and noticed that she had walked into her bedroom in a trail of tears. Brendan decided to turn off the bath water and. As I got closer I could hear Jean shouting."No! No! Get off me, you bloody bastard!"I could hear him shouting as well but couldn't make out what the hell he was saying. I got to the car just in time to see him land a back hander across Jean's face. Incensed, I yanked the car door open and dragged him out by his collar. He landed in a heap on the tarmac in front of me. In the dim light I could see that Jean's clothes were torn, most of her assets were now on display and she was crying.I didn't.