I admit Ifelt a little nervous, now I was on the modestdefensive; I was now more exposed than she was; ifsomeone burst into the car, she could simply ...stand upand pull her dress down, I was the one with my pantsdown to my knees. She covered us with the blanket,offering maybe a few seconds of reaction time if someonedid open the door, and then she was on me like a hungrytiger. I was about 3/4th’s erect, not due to any faultof hers, maybe just losing a little momentum due to thepossible. .. Well, he was a man. So, what do men treasure most? “Their Balls”Ok, what else? “Their dignity”“Hmm” thought Irie, “I’ll take both, His Balls and his dignity” A cruel smile spread across her face as she made this decision.After School she and her friends hung out at Madelein’s house, where she introduced get gang to the Destroy Mr P Project.“Ok, here’s what we are going to do. We are going to destroy Mr P” Irie said to start off the conversation.“How, why?” Replied Annelie.“Well, the how is. The only eyewitness was the kid’s mom, and with not enough rehearsal she faltered on the stand; I was able to get her to admit she hadn’t had a good look at the perp and couldn’t be sure it was my defendant. And the forensic trail was lousy, gaps in the chain of custody; one wit after another couldn’t tie the DNA, the knife, the shoes to both my guy and the scene.And when the jury came back it was “not guilty.” I’d done it, I’d won the unwinnable case my first time in court!At first my guy. He pushed his way through the crowd as if they were not even there. Shortly thereafter I was thrown not too gently into the trunk of his car and we were off to I know now where. When we arrived he ripped what few clothes I was already wearing off of me and proceeded to force me to his basement dungeon. Once there my arms and legs were attached to each other and thus to the headboard-like railing lining his basement. There, lined up, legs spread wide as mine were several other naked males, each.