”Gwen noticed a nicely groomed, rather good looking, middle aged man who had just entered the club.“Tom’s a really nice guy. Doesn’t really be...ong in a place like this. His wife died about a year ago. He comes in once a month or so. Always by himself. Has a few drinks and then picks out one of the girls.”“You mean for ... after hours activities?’“Well sort of. Oh, he pays just like the others, maybe a little better, takes her out to dinner, they talk and enjoy the evening then...”“Then to. " Saturday... Saturday, what happened Saturday? I have no recollection; Saturday, hmm?" The broom, sir nearly fell over it, in the hallway." Yes the broom. Ah, I remember now. Five is a bit harsh though, is it not? I mean no one was hurt." Could have sir, the dear departed Missus would have been in a flap for ten. I'm sure; just know it." Yes Amber, she was demanding but always fair. Ten years now I believe?" Nine sir, strong willed the Missus was, handled me well she did." Well yes she was. I though I had a set grasp on the world and how people were in it but I guess fate had plans for me. Plans to pull back the curtain and show me that the people I see and know are much different than what I believed to be true. And in ll honesty I am thankful for it.My name is Alex and until that day I figured I was just your average geeky high school senior. I played a lot of video games, watched more anime then I probably should, and frankly was seemingly only visible to my few friends. That. He looked as if he were about to cry. "Now, John. Ask me nicely to fuck your wife. Ask me to please fuck mymother." I saw his throat constrict as he swallowed. His voice came out barely awhisper. "Please fuck my wife. Fuck your mother." "Louder, asshole. Say it nice and loud. Make sure we can hear youclearly. Beg me." He swallowed several times in rapid succession. "PLEASE SIR! PLEASE FUCK MY WIFE. PLEASE FUCK HER GOOD. FUCK YOURMOTHER. SHE WANTS IT BAD. PLEASE GIVE HER.