I looked at him and felt an unfamiliar pang of lust. Asmuch as I had needed to get out of the house, I needed to get away fromhere now. I fired up t...he car and drove away, my heart pounding like ajackhammer.I drove back to my place, my hands shaking on the wheel. I had seen aperson who'd been, up to that point, something out of fiction. I alsorealized that while I was somehow in a video, I hadn't seen any cameras.Either they were well-concealed, or......they just weren't there.Back in my. She moved to the base of the front stairs. "He's in there." She told her family."I'm not opening the door, Maria." I told her. "He can bang on it all God damn night, he wanna." They all started yelling. "What the hell did you tell them?" That you wanted your own personal whore and I'm not like that!" Hey! You're the one who followed me home the day you met me - I didn't force you into bed." So now you're saying I'm easy!?" she screamed."Well, you didn't make me work to get in there!" Which I. The summer after I graduated I was offered a job for a few months with my late Uncle who,lived near a small town about ten miles away till harvest time that paid the princely sum of a dollar an hour plus a comfortable room all my own and all meals, weekends free. It was damned hard work driving a heavy old tractor in large fields ploughing, cultivating, dragging, etc, feeding the a****ls. Milking the cows using machines though I knew how to do it by hand, and shovelling cow and pig shit, a. Like wolves that suddenly shadowed them in the night thus crawled and breathed heavily around A. which aroused feelings of pleasure and fright in him almost instantly. He knew at this point his life will end. So much his heart was beating fast.“Who are you people?” A. asked.“Shut the fuck up, faggot! We’re here for you.”The man who was guarding the exit was now guarding A.’s. It was more an entrance than anything. A. was shocked to find this bigger and more violent man was already rubbing his.