My smuggling side line puts me into contact with folks who act as middle-men. They let me know what opportunities are available in the systems I trave...l to." I was told that someone was willing to pay a very lucrative fee to anyone who could get their hands on these chips. I was able to identify the person who wanted the chips, but I have no reason to legitimately contact him without raising suspicion. I do, however, have a reason to contact one of his underlings, which brings me to my last, but. I was a sophomore in college. I had a girlfriend, beautiful, blonde, petite. She liked flirting. When she got drunk she flirted excessively. At this party in the backyard of some fellow student, Amy my girlfriend got wasted. These big football players, well not then, maybe they played baseball then cause it was Spring and school neared ending, anyway they crashed the party. Drunk before arriving they finished the keg. Of course Amy flirted. I tried suggesting she stop. That didn't go over with. She stood between my legs and began to feed me the various kinds of sweets one by one. I easily ate about 8 sweets and it became unable to eat anymore but Mukta forced me to eat another and another. I told her that it is impossible to eat another but she didn’t listen to me and took another to feed me. She was giggling and repeatedly telling SIR, ONE MORE PLEASE, THIS IS THE LAST ONE, I’LL NOT GIVE MORE. I was quite unable to take another, so I stooped backward to avoid the sweet. Astonishing. He opened his eyes and looked at me, and then helooked at the knife in my hand and realized that I hadthe blade next to the skin at the base of his cock. I was surprised when he didn’t struggle, it pissed meoff that he didn’t struggle, I wanted to see fear inhis eyes. But all he did was say, “Cut me baby, cut itoff. Suck it off, bite it off, do it!” I snarled, “You fuckin’ shit, I’ll cut your dick offand jamb it down your throat.” And I pulled it.