Playing guitar is the only thing other than football that makes sense to me all the time. I don't get school, I don't get women, I don't get life in g...neral. Football and music, I get.I don't get Lisa. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the. I wasn't horny, in fact I was bloody knackered but thought I'd have a look around and have a chat with someone. None of the usual guys were online but I got chatting with an older guy from Southampton. He seemed interesting, much older than me and worked high up at a global company and after 20 minutes asked if I wanted to meet up. Well I wasn't horny but the offer had me little interested so I agreed. Giving him my mobile number to prove I'm not a time waster and so he could call me when he. ?Slow down Destiny his heart is beating too fast.? Larry said into her ear piece. ?Tell him to think of a happy place.? Because the clients can hear everything they all message in, ?Heart attack, Heart attack?Destiny looks down at me, ?You better think of a happy place before you blow your heart out and you don’t get my gift to you.?I remembered what Larry told me and picture myself back in my bed in America. Meanwhile the heart monitor was showing that the beats were slowing down. ?Ok Destiny. I was almost naked, suspended in front of a group of people that I did not know and could not see. My legs spread wide so that everyone could see me. Without warning, I felt another gag being forced into my mouth. “Now, Folks, let’s all welcome Jen to our club.” I heard the shuffling of feet as people got up from their chairs and walked toward me. I felt hands touching me. Lips kissed my lips and mouths sucked on my breasts. I felt fingers probing me. I.