’ She claps her hands and asks about Friday night and I comply. The real Jill then giggles and replaces that tape with another one. This time, someo...ne is with her, apparently holding a mobile video camera. Whoever is holding the camera says testing and affirms that everything is working properly. Then Jill is opening the door and holding a big spiraling picture in front of me, twirling it around and around. ‘Jessica, you are a naughty girl.’ She says. ‘I am a naughty girl.’ The video me. A social gathering. If used by a prostitute, it means sex for sale; and lastly, there's what I was referring to, swinging." She had another question, "Remember asking me if we respected each other's limits? I thought you were talking about us taking 'NO' for an answer when it comes to sex. What were you talking about?" "Oh that! I had a buddy of mine that thought just because he liked to get drunk so did anyone with him." I explained. Thinking about our phone conversation, I had a revelation. His lips met hers in a swift motion, soft and gentle, but hinted at rough and relentless. A kiss to satisfy her fear, and spark her fire all over again. As quickly as his lips met hers, they left, and he stepped back, leaving her standing. Her breathing was already quicker, and she could feel her growing want get stronger with each passing second. “Walk over to the bed,” he commanded in a voice so authoritative she could not muster the courage to fight it. She walked over to the double bed. Vincent reacted to a head and a gun that popped up over the top of an old tree stump, 5m to his right. Vincent fired, the man gave a short grunt and he went down. He wouldn’t be shooting anyone else in a hurry. The man who had shot at him from the other side of the tree, open-fired again. Vincent counted the shots and then rolled out from behind the tree.Vincent sent a single shot into the bush. He heard a grunt of pain and then a body fall. It didn’t move again, and no more sounds came from.