I just want to read what you’ve written.” She was practically begging. “You don’t look so old to me. Actually, you look pretty nice. It looks ...like you have a real nice set of tits too.” “Aren’t you sweet? I am thirty-four-years-old and have a 36-C rack. I’ll be happy to show ‘em to you if you’ll tell me where to find your stories. I’d really like to read your stories.” I finally gave in. I gave her a couple of sites where I post my stories, including this one. “Wow! I read a lot of stuff on. . I don't know what you're talking about" Angela said. In response, the knife came to her neck. She thought it would slice her open right then and there, so she struggled, before realizing that he was only threatening her."Don't lie to me again. I know what you stole. Tell me where it is or I will slit your throat." The knife was pressed further into Angela's neck. Shit, I don't have it. I don't have it. He's gonna kill me!"In the closet" Angela spurted out. Her mind raced in circles without. I chose a corner that was somewhat semi-private that contained a table and chair. I opened my carryon and laid out some of the instruments of choice for this evening. The first was a bulb syringe with an extended tube nozzle. An insulated container was full of heated oil to be used by the syringe, which nobody realized. A plug with an attached ponytail, and a tube of lubricant completed the display. My laying out the objects attracted some attention. Half dozen women were looking on, the mousy. And yet the still bigger shock that their group caused was made by the other two in their group, a duo of teen girls...These ones each defined "nubile", all forbidden flesh and figure. The most striking of the girls was another redhead, a tiny creature, barely over 5 feet. It was hard to tell if she was a natural shade of red hair, or whether it was dyed, and the color seemed to deliberately blend sexy and edgy. She had it styled straight in a highly modish bob cut, the sloping asymmetric line.