I tried to tell her she wasn't a whore but shot me down saying "I have men pay me to have sex with them. I'm a whore." There not much I could think to...say to counter that right then but She didn't let me continue but did herself. Going on to say when she saw me earlier staring down her shirt and had a hard on she was taking over by all most a****listic desire and couldn't control herself anymore. She had to have me inside her wasn't going to take no for answer. She wanted my first to be. Seriously. It’s Winter 2011 and the sky outside is eternally gray and dull, reflecting my existence. I’ve lost interest in the things I would normally do, like going to the Saint Laurent Shopping Center or Rideau Mall to check out the hot chicks. I don’t feel like doing anything other than go to class, go to work and sleep. I can’t stand my landlord, an annoying Chinese guy named William. At least, I think he’s Chinese. He might be Korean or Japanese for all I know. He never told me his last. And DO NOT piss her off. That could be real bad.’ I was getting a real bad feeling. ‘Her? Her who? What kind of shit have you got me into?’ ‘She’s a root doctor, and I really need her help.’ He wouldn’t look at me. ‘What the hell is a root doctor? Are you sick?’ He still wouldn’t look me in the eye. ‘Yeah man, I got something broke in me she can fix it. And a root doctor is what she prefers to be called. It’s something like voodoo.’ I couldn’t believe it. ‘We’re going to see a witch doctor?. My father built me a tennis court at home, you used to be a good player you must come down to Winchester some time..’ ‘Yes, maybe I will.’ I said. She still had a fantastic arse and I watched it in those tight white jeans as she walked back to join the others. Janice came over and gave me a hug. ‘Do I need to be jealous of Mona?’ she grinned. ‘No… not at all…’ I lied. ‘Have you done anything about Emma yet?’ she asked in a whisper, ‘She does seem a lot less frustrated….. er, less virginal.’.