That sucked.I decided to show up for work the next day. It was Friday of thethird week, and it was fucking hilarious the looks I got. One of thejunior... partners who I let fuck me? No question in my mind he camejust looking at me.I went into the owner of the company, told him everyone thinks he'san ass and is probably gay, and quit.Let's see her recover from this one!I made about four grand that weekend at the club, between dances andblowjobs. Yeah, blowjobs. I finally figured, what the fuck?. He provided his I.D. and the bar tender made the comment that he sure did not look 25 as he handed his card back to him and proceeded making his drink.The stranger received his drink, took a sip and asked me how I was doing. I took the last sip of the drink I had and said, “I’m getting better.” He laughed at my comment and asked if he could buy me another one to which I replied, “sure, might as well, I’m not doing anything else.” He ordered my drink and we talked briefly about both of our. An hour or so passed and after plenty of alcohol the tears had stopped and the only female in a room full of men was now the life and soul until Scott came back barging his way in "enough now get home you old slut" grabbing Dawn and dragging her up "No I wanna stay here" "get home you are making a scene" "I don't care" "really" Scott spun round red faced "stay here and you will be sorry" "you and your promises....pathetic" Scott grabbed her dress and ripped it right down the front exposing her. I waved, he waved, and I was soon contacted with landing instructions. This time, the fighter landed behind me and followed me into the big hangar.Inside, I shut down and opened the door. A man in fatigues greeted me and asked if it would be all right to inspect the contents of the aircraft. I said, "Sure, but I'm going to be with you."He said, "Wouldn't have it any other way. Can I see your primary sidearm?"I pulled my Glock, dropped the clip and ejected the round. It was then that I.