I heard him say: "Suck it, bitch" and of course, I did.Between my mouth and my hands I seemed to be making him happy, he was shoving my head back and ...forth anymore. I was enjoying this, every second. He grabbed my hair again and lifted me up, that strength again.The screen was black now; I couldn't see anything.Then his voice quietly said: "Let’s go somewhere more comfortable".I followed him outside. It was a dark night now."Where is your car, babe?" He asked.As we entered my car I asked where. "Ben, look at me and promise. Please. Trust me, he will receive what's due to him."Ben said, "You know how I feel?" Zack nodded his head. "But I promise I'll just go back and bring him to shore. Where will I find you?" Bring him back here, to this field. As soon as I have the men who can't help us safely tucked away, I'll come back here." Ben extended his hand, and shook Zack's. "Be careful," Zack admonished his shipmate. Ben turned to the Countess, and said a few words to her Zack didn't. She doesn’t have any money to buy new ones. All the money goes to her ‘boyfriend’. Making no attempt to hide the weariness of her body, she slumps against a wall, weariness decorating the stunning green of her eyes. She closes them slowly, inhales, then opens them again, as if preparing herself to face the brutality of another night on the block. She had been out there for a week now as ‘punishment’ for not taking a job. Only the respectful girls worked inside, the rest: outside like the dogs. He chatted me up. Mike, it felt so good to be noticed. I’ve been a hermit. I got his name, Martin Fredricks, from one of my girl friends that knew him from the bar. We were at O’Flannagans by 6 Corners. I googled his name to find out anything I could. There was nothing that said there would be a problem. I quizzed my girlfriend again and she said that he always appeared to be nice and sincere.’ ‘So I accepted a movie night out. I met him at the multiplex on Harlem. He did not get my address,.