0427pm:It’s raining again … albeit a little heavier than it was this morning. I have walked about half a block before I’m alerted to someone ru...nning up behind me. It’s one of the bus boys from the restaurant with my cell. I tip him and continue on my way.There are at least ten voicemails on my phone from Shaggy. The idiot is in jail.I listen to a number of them as I rush to bail the goof out of the pokey. Well, that explains his absence this morning.0533pm:I arrive at the local precinct to. .Then she got me to put my cam on for her, I did and she instructed me to take my clothes off and show off for her, she then said ...can you meet tomorrow? I said yes and started feeling my heart beat faster. So next day I txt her and she txt me back her address, I had no girly clothes beck then so she said she would give me some. I drove down to her house , I was feeling so strange, I was just about to submit sexually to someone I hadn't even seen before, it was a mixture of fear, horniness. I heard myself swallowing hard and then my index finger pointed towards her waistband.She said nothing but stood up and, still holding my hand, guided me back to her bedroom. She had been changing her bedroom every year since I could remember, but it hadn't changed much since college started. There were a couple Vietnamese and Singaporean movie posters in the corner, a huge Gone with the Wind one covering the closet doors, stacks of books in French, German, and Vietnamese littering the place,. “Freda,” I said after giving her a tissue and a glass of the wine she preferred, “What can I do for you?”Sniffling a bit, “I’m sure Jim has already called you. I want you to hear my side of it directly. Can you listen for a while?” I nodded.Taking regular sips of her wine, she looked directly at me and continued, “Jim and I were raised in a very conservative religion and even met at church. We were virgins on our wedding night and have remained monogamous these thirty plus years. Sex produced.