Attached was her simple, concise note.Fuck You. I'm leaving.Thou Shall Not Take The Name Of The Lord In Vain"Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" he yelled, waving ...is arms. Trying to stop her. "Come back here, you bitch!"What the fuck does she think she's doing?Staring at the quickly receding tail lights, Bill knew things would change. The world most definitely had to be made right.It had been his idea, his plan, his ass on the line. His score.And there she goes, with her pimped up Latino plaything.Fuck. She would sit at dinner with us, listening to all of us talking about our classes, seeing all of us take off, after dinner, to do our reading, or to prepare ourselves for the next day's classes. She was doing what she wanted, cooking and watching the children. Christine helped her with both chores, and the two women were becoming good friends.Brenda found out, for sure, that she was pregnant, only a couple of days before the blow up with Karen. She was so excited at the news. She had suspected. She rolled into a fetal ball, protecting her face from he spray, with herback to the force of the hose. She was shivering, whimpering, begging. He turnedof the water and rolled her over with his foot. "Will you spit again?" Tatyana remained silent, dripping wet, her body mottled with Goosebumps. "I asked a question?" She shivered. "S… sorry Master." He nodded. "Good." Pulling her to her feet he led her the short distanceto a small steel cage. The cage was made up of welded steel bars a few. She looks back at me, over her shoulder and crinkles her eyes in amusement. I am caught watching her shapely ass sway as she walks before me. She struts now, exaggerating the swing of her hips. She is still looking at me, unfortunately not looking where she is going. She stumbles and falls, tripping over a heavy unopened carton in the middle of the floor in the aisle.“Damn it, shit”She is head down, bottoms up, hands out in front, and knees elevated on top of the cardboard box. Her full,.