Suddenly, the client speaks to the girl, “Did that hurt?” She nods between sobs, looking into his eyes for any hint of empathy. It is not there. I...stead, he asks, “Well, then you may be able to understand how the sensitive flesh of your tits is going to feel as it is burned over and over again.” With this, he nods to the torturer, who withdraws another poker from the hot coals.He hesitates for just a few seconds and the poker descends toward her breast, and she is screaming before it even. ’ I hung up before she could respond to me. I just didn’t want to hear anything she had to say at that point. I hadtried to understand, but with no information or even a hint as to what was bothering her, I just couldn’t figure anything out. She tried calling me back three times. Matter of fact she called three times a day for the next four days…but I would see her number or her work number on the caller ID and I’d let it ring. I never answered her messages, deleting them without listening to. We?re aboutthe same age and the same height but that?s about all we have in common.Her not even shoulder-long dirty blonde hair looks like a mess. She hasat least 30 lbs. too much and a face and shoulders that look almost likea dude. Her taste in clothes isn?t much better. She always wears baggygrey clothes that show of sweat as soon as she start doing something inhere. I on the other hand am a bit of a ladies man and only my height of5 ft 8 holds me back from modelling.Now comes the great. Had we been interrupted I could have come up with something like he was “guiding me” I had it all figured out. So we made it in side and as soon as we walked in I took his hand in mine and we walked to the back room he sat across from me on a arm chair I sat on the couch we made small talk and chatted nervously for a few minutes while I screwed up the courage to make contact. That’s when the light in my head said “ Bing” go for it! I stood up and walked over to him and squeezed next to him on.