I loved him so much; but those strange fingers had made me go crazy; I really wanted and needed same treatment in my tight asshole.I put my lips into ...Victor’s ear and whispered I needed a bathroom; but I would come back soon. I kissed his cheek and let go his hand…All of a sudden another hand grabbed my wrist and the stranger dragged me through the noisy crowd. We soon arrived at a clear spot, close to the wood. My attacker was ahead of me and I only could see his broad back and his long hair.. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. 4. The chapters are numbered in a sequence for a reason. It is recommended that they be read in numerical order. ****************************** Angela and I met on the videography course we. Program andwas already...what do they say...known? He worked for his uncle as a bagman and an enforcer.He had an explosive temper and the physique to back it up. People wouldcross the street simply to avoid him in the event he was...in one of hismoods? I saw him once go after a teacher in my school. Two cops werethere simply watching and making sure he didn't go too far. Otherwise hewas...'protected'? It was that time when I saw him first. He justhappened to glance at me as I peeked out. “Melody,” I said as I pulled on the short sleeved sport shirt she laid out for me. “Don’t you think that I’m sending mixed messages? I mean wearing a bright green shirt? I don’t want Eric to think he should be hitting on me.”“You’ll understand later. Just wear the damn shirt.”“Yes ma’am!” I snapped back. She’d been feeling pretty mellow after we’d both come in the shower. “What’s up?”“I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just jealous. I wish I was going to the party.”“You should have said.