I was told to pull up outside a large lock up garage and made to get out. I asked them to take our money, watches and the car, just don’t hurt us, I...was told again to shut up. The two young men, forced us into the large dark lock up garage. I say men because that’s what they were. Their manner of dress made me think that they were just a couple of yobo’s a couple of lads but I could tell now that they weren’t. It was pitch black, we couldn’t see a thing. One of them must have flicked a switch. My girl had already been flirting and dancing with this fit black guy all night, I didnt really take much notice at the time as we were in a crowded club. But, shock horror, he ends up being a friend of a friend and ends up back at ours. After everyone had left it was the three of us and when he left the the room for a moment she asked me straight out if she could fuck him, we had discussed her fucking other black men and the idea of me taking part but until then I thought it would remain a. Night before last was just a fling. I was too horny to think straight.”“I see.”“What about your job?”“I phoned in and said I had an emergency and had to leave for Sacramento.”“What explanation did you give your mom?”“She was a little perturbed at my not coming home and started an argument. I got pissed off, packed my suitcase and took off. I yelled at her on the way out the door, 'I’m off to visit Uncle Baxter!'”“You must have left hours after me, how did you find me?”“I knew the route you’d. My 'Sitter girl' impression wasn't off much at all; standing in the dim, her slender blonde figure gracing a real dress made for one cute first grader instead of the skinny shaggy-haired masses in omnipresent jeans and Reeboks like most kids on the block, yet there were subtle inflections in her whispery voice and hints in her faint silhouette that seemed eerily familiar, but somehow I just couldn't place it. Who the heck was she??She took out a lacy while veil from a drawer and draped it over.