Don't make me hurt you more than I have to. I'm not supposed to make a mess."Jamie knew at that moment, somehow he knew the terrible thing that was ab...ut to happen.With a desperate effort, he twisted free of the black man's grip and started for the hallway. But with the dildo crammed deep inside him, his wrists lashed behind his back, and teetering uncertainly on the sexy sandals, he couldn't get very far very fast. He stumbled almost immediately, lost a shoe, and barely struggled to his knees. Taking our drinks with us we went into the games room. There were dartboards on either side and in the middle a single pool table. Round the walls were rough seats, planks on drinks boxes. There were only two players, both in their thirties; a wiry black haired tattooed man and a slightly plump woman. They were just starting a new game, she was breaking and as I looked at her hands I noticed lots of gold rings on pinkish, slightly swollen hands. Her face had been good looking but drink had made. "Thanks!" she said, indicating to the others that they should follow. The soldier helped them up into the truck with their meager belongings and the truck drove off, north. "Oh! Where are we going?" Where you live?" Just north of Boquette" replied Jamie in the soldiers language."Ah, very good. Then we take you back. Guard house. No Nationalists there. We look after you at house."Lauren decided not to argue. Three or four other soldiers sat further down in the truck, occasionally leering at her. . write it again: I can now understand the attraction of marriage ... or living together. This is very pleasant. I found myself cogitating on sexuality and relationships. While I know that I am not gay – I want my dad too much and I am interested in Brett, I can imagine being happy living with Rhee. But then my brain took a side channel and I imagined living with Rhee ... and my dad. Oooh.I pulled my mind out of that track, picked my head up a bit, and kissed Rhee’s right shoulder. I leaned.