An out of the blue contact on Instant Messenger for our narrator and his wife Susan. It leads to a dinner with an old friend (and old flame) Julia and her boyfriend Ed. It ends with all four getting together for a little "dessert".
An abusive husband makes a stop at a strip club on his way home to "bust a nut" with one of the dancers. But the dancer he chooses has her own vision of how the night should proceed, and he accompanies her home. This is an extreme story. No romance. It starts out kinky and gets sexually violent, graphic, and harsh. Don't read it if you don't enjoy this kind of story. You've been warned. Take the tags seriously.
Julia was tied to the post, her arms above her head. Hugh Green told her,"Now we need to know who you are, why you are here and who you are working for. This lady is Marina, she has my permission to do anything she likes to you to extract the truth", Julia knew she was in serious trouble.
It irritates me a lot, when 'clever' people call my neighbours 'boring', 'provincial', 'plastic..' so I decided to tell the stories of some of the houses in the street. Judge for yourself. If you like the first two houses, then send me a comment, and I may continue down the street. You might also tell me if your own home-street is that much different?