Yeah. That's it. You just want to mount us. All except you. You rotten fucker. You wouldn't mount me."Now she has my attention."Principles. Fuck You. ...I got dumped by my boyfriend, if you can call a rat fuck'n abuser any kind of friend. He started out as a sexy bad boy. But he was a loser dropout. He told me I was fat and beat me. I lost weight so he beat me. He told me I'm ugly and beat me. I gave him blow jobs and fucked him but it was never good enough, so he'd beat me."She continued coloring. But I have to standthe risk so you should call her." Are you crazy? She may eat me alive! I want to be with you."She looked down while twirling her wine glass. "That's the point.You're at least a little curious about her life, her energy, herdominant behavior. If you won't see her I think there could be negativeconsequences."I looked at her but she was still looking down. I couldn't get herattention, looking toward her I said, "Look at me when you say thatCynthia." She looked at me and I could. I thought our time together, with you as the center of my life, and me as the center of yours, would last forever. But those days seemed to be very much so over.Years passed, you matured, things were alright again, sort of. I was so proud of you when you graduated high school. That gleaming smile, flavored with wit and mischief, and those dazzling eyes. We went to the same high school, and of course I’d graduated a few years earlier. I went to college in our city, just so I could see you. Did. "I may have a solution for you -- it all depends on how open-minded youare," replied Mark smoothly as he leaned back in his leather boundoffice chair.Mark loved this part of his job; it was so much like fishing. All he hadto do was set the lure and reel in the fish.James stared back."I'm not going to do anything illegal, right?" asked James as he leanedin closer."Of course not! I don't deal in things like that," countered Mark."Okay, what is it?" asked James."I want you to hear me out.