Maddy and me got on really well often going round for drinks while our partners were at work talking about everything.One day Maddy invited me round a...nd showed me round her house, her house was lovely a big detached house lots of room for just the two of them. Maddy showed me round upstairs one of the bedrooms had a tripod and cameras in facing the bed I was intrigued and I asked what it was for Maddy she told me they like to film and take photos of themselves and friends fucking and often made. They followed. Quickening their pace, doubling mine, to catch-up to me. Suddenly jittery about my decision to taunt them with a provocative semi-flash, I tugged down on my hem and clutched the open front of my dress tightly in my fist and walked faster to elude the closing pack. But alas, a little too little, and a lot too late. I was encircled by youthful exuberance, but not in a threatening way. Much the way, I imagine celebrities feel when surrounded by overzealous fans, safe and in-control. Chapter 4 : Street LifeWell, I thought it would be all right, you see. I mean all the accounts in the papers said that he tied his victims up and then left them blindfolded. Even so, I thought I ought to wear a mask. I'm not stupid you know and, well he might change his mind or what the police call his "modus operandi" mightn't he?So this time when I followed him I waited until after he left. He was in the house for about fifteen minutes I guess. I watched him leave, the back pack over his. I slid on my thigh high rideing boots, grabbed my leather, then went out to the garage and pulled my custom 2003 fatboy out. I rode into Gainesville, leaving my jacket open and exposeing my bounceing boobs barely hidden by the black mesh as I rode the 40 or so miles to JR's, enjoying the college kids eyes glued to my chest as I rode up 13th street thru the college. I turned on 39th Avenue, then left on 6ht street. There was several Harleys infront of JR's, I pulled up and backed my Fat Boy next.