Being extremely pissed we thought it would be a great idea to as a laugh ask them to follow us. We walked into the alleyway only to turn round and see... both of them slowly following us, we knew ful well what they was, the scum of the sex industry, street hookers addicted to some sort of d**g. Nevertheless in our cuurrent state we found the situation hilarious and shouted up to the women who was some distance away at this point "how much?" too which the uglier of the two replied "forty". We was. Some time soon.She dreamt of the logo again. This time, it wasn't just scrolling and blinking, it seemed to be throbbing, as well. Throbbing. And though the site had no sound, in her mind, the logo had its own... 'song' wasn't the right word for it. It was more like an audible energy, a buzzing, a pulsing sound that slipped into the cracks of her mind and rewired her thoughts...The next morning, she'd checked her email before she'd even fully woken up, desperate to find that someone - /anyone/. I struggled into a sweat shirt and then a slightly thermal lined nylon parka with hood. I also wore a ski hood and scarf. Finally the bike helmet went on top of the parka hood. In the well insulated outfit I was forced to waddle to the bike. It had been stored inside, so even though it was below forty degrees, the bike's motor started right up. I was pleasantly surprised.The bike actually performed quite well. I was surprised how much different the world seemed at 15 to 20 miles per hour. As I. As she goes through thechoice of rope with him I get a chance to catch my breath. I look at her,dressed in skinny jeans tucked into black leather 3" calf boots, aburgundy cami top under a black leather jacket... casual but stillcommanding. An image reinforced by the fact she keeps glancing up at meand grinning."You get it sorted out, and we'll come over and pay, okay?" she saysfinishing with him, then stepping towards me. "Right Angel?"I nod, blushing again. "Yes Miss," I whimper, I'm so scared.