One day she saw him online and following an out of character impulse, she shot him a chat request."Would you like to chat? I'm Beverly, Bev, I love yo...ur stories and your pictures with your beard are cute. Were you really a disc jockey? I added you to my friends list. Where do you get all your story ideas. If you are tied up it is ok." NotenoughlovinBev was taken by surprise when he quickly replied."Hi, sure! Guess you know I'm Jim and yes I had many years in the music industry. I always enjoy. .. my twenty-fourth birthday three months ago. I knew how to snag a guy and get whatever I wanted, or needed, from him. I did so rather often, and I was happy that I could. I really enjoy sex, and I like men almost as much as men seem to like me. But there was this girl at work who, whenever I saw her, just really stirred my imagination. I didn’t see her often enough to suit me. The copying machine is just in view of my minuscule cubicle. I can see her when she is making copies. She sort of. The club was packed tonight. Bodies on top of bodies, gyrating to the beat of music in the heated room. More to the point I was striking out the ladies more than I cared to count. They seemed more stuck up than usual. The last one didnt even let me within 15 inches of her before she walked away. But my douchebag friends that look and dance like the guys from Jersey Shore when drunk had about fifteen girls all vying for thier attention. One went as so far to pull off her shirt and start shaking. My right arm was completely numb and I couldn’t move it. But my left was still good. I caught the man around the throat and tightened. The man that had made the grab for Liz lifted his baton to bring it down on Ryan’s exposed head. I pivoted, keeping my grip around the second man’s throat, ignored the fact that he was trying to claw my arm off, and drove my foot right into the outside of the first man’s knee. He crumbled and the baton clattered across the pavement. I tightened my left arm.