Within moments, I find myself forcibly shoved into some kind of large car. A van, maybe, or an SUV, for a split second I am free of my captor, but onl... for a split second. Then he is there, fighting me to wrestle my hands out from under me. It’s a fight I will loose, I already know it but struggle nonetheless. More hands join in, as the car starts to accelerate, and I’m confused. I have no idea who these people are or what they want, but I now suspect there are at least three of them. I start. They would think that Mary Kate was just a girlfriend, and that I was too inexperienced and shy to ever do something crazy like sex. Their naivety was just what I needed.12:08 Wednesday morning. Time to get out of bed. I threw on some Adidas shorts and a T-shirt and ran downstairs for something to eat. My mother was disappointed to see me get up so late, and asked me what time I went to bed. “Uhhh…I think it was 1 o’clock,” I mumbled, knowing full well I turned off Call of Duty at. First were places that were fairly large, with lots of windows and professional signs and displays out front. Second were much smaller places with no windows, poor quality signs and advertising out front, and locked doors where you had to ring a buzzer to be let in. It didn't take a genius to figure out which places housewives go for Swedish massages, and which ones dudes like me go get a nice stroke job.So, the first place I went to I rang the buzzer and was let in by an attractive Asian. "I guess," I said, noticing there wasn't any wrapped presents left under the tree. "So, did you get anything good?" I got this gorgeous dress for church, and a portable stereo with dual cassettes, and... uhm... What did you get?" I got a computer. I don't know much about them, but I think it is supposed to be the top of the line. It's a Macintosh I think. It's pretty neat. I bet Joey would love... never mind about what I got... "Merry Christmas," I said as I pulled the little box out of the.