He was a "big" sum-bitch, about six-six, maybe about 240 or so in weight. I first saw him in the book room, while perusing "reading material. It see...ed that he appeared in the rows where I was shopping though he didn't approach me in any way. I was a little concerned, I wasn't old enough to be there and if any one checked I could get in trouble and word might get back to school. Man would I be up a creek without a paddle. Worst case would be if my mother heard. Anyway I worked my way. Every second stretched on for too long, the noise from the Food Court reminding me of my doom. “Thanks.” I called, leaving the second the game was in my hand. The crowds forced me to duck and weave through the throngs of people. Now, all I needed was to get to the bus stop before…“Hey, if it isn’t Doe.”…that happened.I glanced towards the entryway of the food court. If I could just get home, I’d be safe. The only things I needed to deal with were the sea of people blocking my path, the football. My wife pulled the door closed behind them after they went in. She had noticed the only other employee working was the cashier. The manager sat at the desk with the computer and invited my wife to move another chair next to him so she could see how the system worked.She placed her chair to his left, close enough to him so her right leg was touching his leg. She leaned toward him to see the screen better and placed her hand on his left thigh; he didn’t say anything. She rubbed and squeezed his. They got him alive.”There’s a sharp intake of breath followed by a relieved exhale, and the door is firmly shut.“We’re done here,” my employer - the leader of the Free World, and the man whose wife I’ve just fucked on his behalf – announces loudly for my benefit.My client kisses me one last time, and affectionately pats me on the ass. “Time to go, lover boy,” she says.I groan theatrically but obey, rolling off her and sitting up. Plush carpeting rustles gently as she gets off the bed and comes.