She was rubbing my dick outside my suit and when we were alone would pull my suit down and jerk my dick. We had to be careful as others were coming a...nd going. There was also a guy that came in and sat about three feet away from her. He was watching every woman that was in the pool area. As they came in he would pretend to look at his phone but was actually videoing them walking down the stairs. A couple in their late twenties sat across from him as he pretended to look at stuff on his phone. Then came that unseasonably warm early March Saturday night in the Central West End when I saw Margot again. I’d just settled into the only bar stool available when I noticed her. It took me a while to recognize the brazen, boozed-up blonde tightly sandwiched between two groping guys at the bar. It wasn’t until her loud laughter as she removed a hand from her breast that the dime dropped. Margot had prided herself on her long brown mane, and despised anyone who bleached her hair. The Margot I. The pictures looked like she was at the ocean. She was posing, just like the others had done for Mr. Smith. She posed in three different suits before she stumbled. She felt dizzy, tired.Mr. Smith gave her a pill and a glass of water. She didn't know what it was. She looked at him and he told her to take it. It was safe, he said, just some speed. Alex didn't know what speed he wanted her to go. The water tasted good.In a couple of minutes, Alex felt better. Not good, but better. Like she was. He could, however, make them pay for the pain they caused. He would extract a wicked revenge.His seven years in prison taught him things. A man with a high sex drive locked away with only men learns how obtain release from the constant need. He learns how not to suffer the same fate himself. He also picks up more practical skills as well. How to open locked doors was one skill he acquired. How to hurt someone without killing them. Delightful little techniques that make the strongest man's or.