You don't want to go

You shake your head and glance at the computer. You can't go. There is no way in hell you can!

You head for your bedroom and strip down. You are a raven haired beuty with piercing green eyes and grapefruit sized breasts. Judging by your thin frame, most men have believed them to be fake and most women have been too jealous of you to try to be your friend.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you feel dirty for writing that ISO article, advertising yourself as a whore. No wonder you have no female friends.

You throw on your white lace nighty and flick off the lights before laying down in bed. You wont get your fantasy tonight. You need to do it with someone you could trust. There are too many weirdos out there that could hurt you.

As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep you don't even think for a moments time that there is an angry man waiting for you only minutes from your home, waiting to fullfill his own fantasy.