The Humiliation of LindaChapter 4
Bob had an apartment on the first floor. It was small, and it was filthy. But at least it had a terrible view. Once inside I was ordered to get everyone a beer. When I returned and handed out the drinks I was rewarded with gropes and grabs and pinches by each of them in turn. Ted ordered me to get up on the old coffee table in the center of the tiny room. I carefully stepped up. I was still a bit wobbly in these damned heels. I stood waiting for what I already knew was coming next. "How...