I looked at the car with my heart racing, looking at the fluorescent parking lamps that led to the car like a cookie trail. The only civilization in s...ght was the gas station, but that was about good minute run further down the street. I told myself that I already gone this far, I’m not turning back. My heart was pounding. I pulled out my phone. Three text messages from him.Him:3:40AM - I’m in the red Honda.3:42AM - Where are you?3:44AM - Are you still coming?Sheesh, I thought to myself.Me:Is. He said they were texting their old ladies and shooting pictures to show it was a clean bachelor party.Karen placed a bunch of beer and snacks on a tray. She placed the tray below her breast where they were resting in the tray. She went around serving with the tray telling the guys if they see anything in the tray they liked to just go ahead and grab it.Of course you had a couple of guys brushed their hands across my wife’s breast as they grabbed a beer. Then I saw a phone come out pointing. They can't change you inside.Whatever they do you will always be the kind thoughtful sweet girlthat I ... that I ...." You see Anne, even you! Even you. That's how you see me!"Anne was distraught. Her hand at her mouth, her eyes wide at therealisation of the enormity of her words."No! No! I ...." Yes! Yes Anne! That's why I can't go on. No not because you see meas Sophie for that is as you have always known me. How else wouldyou think of me? Not even because everyone else sees me as Sophie,nor. .”“I like humiliation ... The more public the better ... And ye can’t get more fucking humiliated than fucking a fucking big dog ... Or more fucking public than the fucking BBC!”“Do dogs turn you on, or is it purely about the humiliation?” Kimberly checks.“EVERYTHING fucking turns me on ... The dirtier the better ... SO fucking a dog ... Heaven ... I can’t fuckin’ wait!”She’s clearly quite demented. Borderline mentally ill. A scary girl, but such a tight, little one – it’s hard not to want to.