The other men buying me drinks were moving in closer.“Let me guess, you two are heading for Paris tonight,” one guy asked my husband. Behind every... theater slut, there stands, in a dark corner, a dominant, controlling man. Men seeking time with them would do well to remember that. My husband told him our plans for the evening, not caring who overheard.My new best friend introduced himself as Ted, or Fred, or Red...fuck I don’t know. Did I mention that I was fully baked?“Damn you are gorgeous.”. She snorted and snorted, wildly shaking her head. It was too much... oh much, too much!“Twelve hours with that in your mouth should cure you of your insolence,” said Miss Valdi. “Not to mention a caning this evening,” I added. Debbie’s eyes rolled back. I thought she was going to faint but she didn’t.“Quite so,” said Miss Valdi.We came to Hannah. “You have nothing to apologise for, as it happens,” I said.“Thank you, Sir,” said the darkie meekly. “May I speak, Sir?”“You may...”“May I, Sir... to. As I walked up the stairs I began to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what was going on but I felt strange, it is really difficult to put in to words but I just didn't feel right. As I reached the top of the stairs I immediately realized that the shower in my parents room was running, and that their door was open. This wasn't something I was accustomed to noticing because the door to their bedroom would usually be closed any time they were in the room. Growing up with three. How old are you?” I give him a nervous look. “Well... I’m nineteen.” He smiles. “Yes, she had the same colour hair as you. Maybe a bit shorter than yours. And dark brown eyes like yours, too. She was a pretty girl.” I shift in my seat, feeling a bit anxious. He seems like a nice man but, at the same time there, is something a little strange about him. “Oh... I see,” I say, trying not to encourage him. I look out down the lane but there is no sign of the bus yet. Please hurry up! We sit in.