Thank you all again for the kind words. I hope this meets with all your approvals.


I show up to the house at the appointed time. It's nine o'clock when I raise my hand to knock on the door. But it opens before I touch the wood. "Robert, please come in." I move slowly in to what appears to be a foyer. "May I take your coat?"

"Uhm, sure." I hope I don't sound as nervous as I feel. He takes it from my hand, again it lingers more than I would have liked.

"Have you eaten, please come in." He leads me through a living room to a dinning room. The décor is nice. Homey. The dark mahogany looks nice against the light green walls. "Please have a seat."

I sit at the table. The food is already laid out and the glasses have wine.

The food smells good and once Wimmer starts eating I figure he isn't going to poison me and I start to eat too.

The conversation is safe. He talks about America and how I think it might differ from Australia. And what's better where. Actually he talks I just answer his questions when he asks them of me.

I still have no idea what I'm doing here. If he's going to try and get dirt on my friends he picked the wrong person. I hedge my answers. I don't want to give him anything that he can use as ammunition.

"Let's go to the study, upstairs. We'll discuss how you can help your friends." I stand up and realize I drank more than I should have. I'm feeling a bit off. He takes my hand to help steady me and leads me up the stairs. He motions to a leather back arm chair. I sit down gratefully the world is still tilting. I rub my face with my hands.

"Perhaps I should leave I'm not feeling too well."

"Sit. Here." Something is put into my hands. I drink from it without thinking. At least it's water. It does taste a little off.

He sits in a chair that's across from me and moves the chess table that's between us to the side. He puts his drink down and puts his elbows on his knees. "Now let's get down to business."

I put my drink down too. Things are starting to clear up in my head.

"You don't want your friends to loose their jobs correct?"

"Yes sir."

"And you don't want to loose your's either."

This time I nod.

"So here is a little proposition for you. You do what I want outside of the hospital and you can all stay."

"Do things for you?" I ask. What in the world is this guy talking about.

"Get on your knees."

"What?" Is this guy mad?

"I said get on your knees boy." He grabs me by my hair and drags me down to the floor where I'm now kneeling between his legs. "When I tell you to move, you move. Got that?"

I have my eyes closed from the pain. I can feel the tears welling up. My face is pushed into skin. The smell is awful. "Suck." I open my eyes. Oh god no. No, no way in hell.

"No." I try and move back but his hand is still in my hair. A slap across the face stuns me a moment. With my mouth open his cock is shoved inside my mouth. I start to choke. "You will do this or your friends have no job." He whispers in my ear. He has both hands in my hair now and is using them to move my mouth up and down his penis.

I try and think of other things, anything but what is happening to me. All the things that have neck pain as a symptom.

I'm at 'G' when I look around. I'm on the floor alone. My head is killing me and my throat hurts. There's a horrible taste in my mouth. A spit on to the floor and wipe my mouth. Semen drips down my chin and on to my shirt. I notice a note on the floor by my head. I pick it up.

'Go home. Tell no one. And all jobs are safe. I'll let you know when I need you next. - FW'

I crumple the note up. What the hell have I gotten myself into this time?