Just like everyone else in the country, her parents both had their own phones. The old landline telephone just hung there on the wall, gathering dust....It’s too late for telemarketers, she thought. Who on Earth? She managed to pull herself off the couch and made it to the phone by the fourth ring. “Hello?” Heather said into the receiver.“Hey, Heather, how’s it going?” replied a friendly sounding female voice. A voice Heather recognized, but one she couldn’t quite place—a voice she hadn’t heard. You might not be able to tell right off, but I ain't much on book learnin, but I know my letters.When the wagon pulled up in front of ol' Jed an' me, I took to figurin' jest what the writin said. T H E S P I A N T R O U P E is what was painted on the wagon. Now this had me plumb buffaloed for a spell and ifin it weren't for Jed, shoot, who knows how long I'd a set there figurin.When the driver got down, wearin his fancy suit an' all, Jed just come right out and asked the fancyman what it. As we drove down the motorway, Victor started talking to Angela and asked, if she was OK and not too worried about what happened yesterday.She told us she was really frightened when the old guy with the black dog started calling her names like dog whore. Then shouting a lot and forcing his cock in her mouth and then later fucking her from behind when she was having sex with me.“So Angela, have you not had a boy or man fuck you in your pussy before?”“Well I did have a boyfriend about 6 months. Which particular clause did you want to talk about." Michelle looked at James in a business like manner. Yet a mature woman was bent over naked red welted butt in the air awaited the next lash."The board think that your standards are too high and that discipline levels could be reduced a little to reflect the breach of the code" James stated trying to stay in control. The scene before him was giving him a fucking hard on."Well James. Meet slut. Slut meet the Director of Human Resources. Slut.