Atleast I'll be able to find out where I am. She thought to herself. After searching through everything, she realized that she was in the worst part... of town she could possibly be in. Suddenly being locked in didn't seem so bad. She looked around for her purse. It was there, along with her ID and some meds. She went ahead and took her pills before turning on the TV. The one thing she was missing from her purse was her cellphone. She glanced over at the motel phone, but she didn't see the. They came towards me, flanked either side, linked their arms with mine and marched me to the table, Sharon jerked my dick for me on the way over and I grabbed Lynda’s lovely bare arse. She squealed a little as I did so. She then placed either arm on my shoulders and pushed me down on the table. Sharon was still gently stroking me. I was lying on the table top when Lynda knelt between my legs, Sharon leaned over me from the either side of the table, her knockers dangling down for me to kiss. That’d be great!’ When I ask that question, they always say yes. She swings around to the passenger side and slides in. She makes no protest when I drive right past her car and out of the parking lot. ‘Hi, I’m Jim,’ I tell her. I’m always ‘Jim’ with my women. ‘Hi Jim,’ she beams. ‘I’m Melinda.’ She looks around at the interior of my five-year-old Taurus, a well-worn rental return unit that I use strictly for dating. My Benz is home in the garage. ‘Wow, this is a nice car, Jim,’ she says. I ease. I said, "The law is wrong. Just because I don't meet some stereotype ofmanliness, doesn't mean I'm not a man. I may not be good at sports, I mayexpress my feelings a little more easily, but that doesn't mean I want todress and act like some parody of womanhood. And it sure doesn't mean Iwant to have sex with other men." What are you going to do with us?" one of them asked."With you? Nothing but leave you here. It's your van I want. I will driveback to your headquarters with it, and bring with.