Though dumb Oliver was big, and it was this size that made one of the low-life criminal gangs that controlled much of Port-au-Prince come a-calling. F...r much of his teenage years Oliver provided muscle to a gang called the Rouge Bears. Controlling their part of the Haitian capital was more appealing in theory than reality. Port-au-Prince was riven with such poverty that there was little of value to steal. Most people, Oliver included, spent their days getting as high as possible on cheap. It’s annoying.” Shelby sat on her bed. She pulled her jeans off, then her boxers. Once again, her dick, as hard as a rock, pointed straight toward the ceiling. I replied, “I usually…you know…” as I made a jerking-off motion with my hand. “Ewww - I’m not doing that!” She shouted in disgust. “Then find another way to get rid of it,” I replied. “Why does it get hard in the first place?” Shelby asked. I answered, “It gets hard when you have to pee really bad. It gets hard when you see something. John reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, my key! He had taken my key as well as my phone from my handbag! He opened the door and walked in first turning on the lights, I felt one of the men behind me grab my bum again and push me in. I walked straight over to the mini fridge and pulled out the vodka. As I bent over getting the alcohol I felt a hand slip up my thigh and grab my pussy, I looked up and it was John. “God you’re fucking wet!” he shouted “You’re well up for this aren’t you. I’m just nervous about the future, I guess. I also really miss Becca,’ I confess. ‘Well, with a girlfriend as beautiful as her, I don’t blame you. But, she did promise to come see you as soon as she can afford to, right?’ Beatrice, the old lady, asks. ‘Yes, she did,’ I confirm. ‘Then, for now, focus on you and healing your heart, sweetheart,’ she says and then fishes a pen and post-it notes from her large purse. She scribbles her name and phone number onto a sticky-note and hands it to me..