I quickly showered, got dressed and took a look at myself in the mirror. Oh damn I looked good. My breasts looked as though they were going to pop out...of my shirt. I finally found the club. They weren’t k**ding, it was a little hole in the wall. Definitely not a place the “richy-rich” would go. I heard the music thumping even before I got inside. I paid my five-dollar cover charge and was in. The place was dimly lit, aside from the flashing lights around the dance floor. I worked my way around. I also treated myself to a new laptop and one or two other boy’s toys. My friends believed my story about my modest inheritance—even Clarissa. I felt bad not telling her the truth, but Will was right, she didn’t need to know. And I was worried it might change things between us if she did.Throughout those last few days of November and the first couple of weeks of December, we got closer and closer, to the point where it actually hurt, physically, when we were forced to be apart by our different. “Who was that guy who helped us?” I asked.“I got his name and he gave it to the police as a witness. He also gave them a rough description of the guy that hit you. Thank goodness for concerned citizens,” she added as she sat by me, holding my hand while we waited for a doctor to appear.The doctor came shortly afterward and helped me up onto the examination table.“You have a nasty cut on your temple, Mr. Richter, but my larger concern is your knee. Your knee has suffered considerable damage to. “You’re late;” He grinned and waved me towards my bedroom. “Get your dildo and I’ll fuck you like the girl on TV.” Like the good mother that I am I went straight to my bedroom and took the 7” pink dildo that I thought was hidden out of my knickers-drawer. “How did you know about this?” I asked him like a school teacher.“I found it weeks ago when I went through your drawers looking for some knickers to wank onto.” As I got near the sofa he grinned again and stopped me, “Take your knickers.