If the worst thing you do until we find a way out of this is have a hard on I’ll be perfectly happy.”He looked into my eyes as if trying to figure... out if that was how I really felt. I smiled and said, “I mean it, baby. I don’t even mind if you watch those DVD’s and get turned on. As long as you don’t watch them and end up hating me for the things you see. I’ve done some terrible things and he’s made it clear I’m going to do worse things.”We hugged, carefully, for the longest time. He held. Moving to the left buttock, I rub oil into her skin and begin administering the ten blows to her cheek.On the fourth blow, I notice a tear running down her cheek. The last six blows have been done in quick succession. Rubbing more oil into her rosy red skin, Marci pleads, "Sir, please, no more, I'll be good."“You should have thought about the outcome of your behavior before letting things come to this, Marci.”Moving back to Marci's left buttock, I rub oil into her skin. She tenses up knowing. A few thugs sat on bar stools, while others sat alone or in small groups around the tables or booths along the walls. All of them wore something blue. A sign that they belonged to the gang of black thugs that controlled this part of town, and had this bar as their hangout. Behind the counter was a muscular man in a dirty, worn out t-shirt. He had huge biceps and the expression on his face sent a the message that it was not a good idea to start any trouble. Jack himself, Avril guessed, as she. "Xuani." He yelled something else but a passing car kept me from understanding it. I kept walking, feeling butterflies inside and wearing a huge grin. That was fun. I felt wanted, if only for a minute. I was the one that left him wanting. I was alive, and I felt sexy; and not just as a release for Loi. The monotony was broken. I always walked the same route and at similar times- about half the time the muscled, cocky guy on the porch was there. His name was Trey. Sometimes he would come.