Six men got out of the three cars and walked toward the passenger side where I was sitting. I dropped my window an inch or so and asked, "What do you ...ant from us?"All I got for an answer was some laughs, and one man pulled a knife. Well, that was all I needed to know what to do. We all had our batons handy, since nobody would have recognized them as weapons, and I picked up mine with my left hand. The man with the knife reached for the door to open it, but I beat him to it. I used my right. Afraid she would have to present herself. She’d slowly sunk herself into a self-deprecating morass. The past year had only thickened it. Frank. Jane should have seen it coming. It was a pattern. She should have seen it when she thought of where they had met. A bar. A meat market. It was where her crowd would hang out. The publishing crowd. A nice upper east side bar, with foliage and soft rock and soft stools on which to have found new company while leaning on the third drink. Frank had. A last farewell to the staff, a picture with her centre stage and the staff around her, promises to return. Not from him, but from her, she was special, they could all tell. As they drove back to the hotel he stole a look at her legs, stretched out beside him, the tops of the stockings just showing. Her face was illuminated against the night, the street lamps showing her bee sting lips, the eyes closed, the chest rising and falling. Her breasts, oh her breasts. She said “concentrate on the. I said, "I love watching you fuck John." I love watching John fuck you." I love the look of you cumming on his cock." I love licking your freshly fucked cunt.:"I love to watch you ride his cock." I love to hear you moan while being fucked." I love your dirty talk while you're having sex." I love watching him suck your nipples." " I love watching him cum in your cunt." I love watching the both of you having wild sex." "I love to watch you suck his cock." I love when you suck both cocks." I love.