But I was tied up. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. My ass was exposed and ready to get fucked and I had no choice.It felt like half an hour until I... heard the door open. “Here she is. Fuck her all you want. She loves it.” I heard Jack say.I turned around and saw a middle aged guy with a beard in the doorway with Jack. He smiled at me, then made his way over and took the buttplug out of my ass.Jack took a seat by his desk in the corner of his bedroom. The guy pulled down his jeans, revealing a. "You pick up clues with experience," she said. "You'll learn."No doubt I would. I was about to get a lesson from one of my teachers.Mom dropped me off at the address Shirley had given me. It was a little apartment building not far from our house, with a security door. I found the plate that said "Richards/Quentin" and buzzed to be let in.The woman who opened the door was about as different from Shirley as could be. She was white, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Where Shirley was hard and. Of course she could, he told her. She confided in him her new dilemma, he said they should meet and talk out her options. So he gave her directions to a diner near her, where they could eat and talk. They will meet at noon the next day Danny told her.After her phone call with Danny, Sandra spent the rest of the day walking around the city. Watching the leaves fall from the trees, watching the clouds form and dissipate while mist drifts from the sky. Twilight came, and so did night.All of. Today he was at the far end, alone as always. I crossed over to him and sat down next to the bars. “Sorry to wake you up, but...”, I broke off, sighed. “I'm going crazy and I need to get it off my chest.”Holding the cup in both hands I pulled my legs up to my chest. The dog got up and stretched himself before he came to me. I scratched him behind the ears. “I had this mate, John, great guy, always good for a laugh.” The memory brought a sorrowful smile to my face.“He got killed.” I didn't want.