Now get going, slave, don't make me hurt you!" he snapped at her again.She looked at him in astonishment. Was this really that same shy, friendly man ...ho always made small talk with her in the supermarket? He was so different now. Quietly she stepped off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, all docile now, as she did not want to get beaten up by him."Where do you think you are going?" he asked her, while he stepped off the bed as well."To get a damp washing cloth, so I can clean you up.. That serious?" Mom said that? Nahhhh!" Just friends?" Yeah. We study..." Oh. I remember those days. Mothers are always too curious, aren't they? And always trying to push things along. I remember my first boyfriend. He took me to the theatre down the street one afternoon. He tried to kiss me and I smacked him! It's funny now." Really?" Yeah, but I got over that and started liking it by the next boyfriend." I've had that experience." He said."Oh, Jenny smacked you? That's hard to believe,. “I wonder if it’s an obsession with them. I could understand that.”I turned in my seat to look at Stephanie. Her eyes were red and she looked emotionally wrung-out. “Last night, those men fucked you, one after the other,” I said. “It was like a gangbang. You loved it. In the car, you said it was fantastic. I don’t have a problem with any of that.” My erection was sticking out of the right leg of my shorts. I guided Stephanie’s hand to it. “It didn’t bother me, seeing you there, on your back,. Even flying under a thousand feet, someone would pick him up, follow him, and capture him.One of the uniforms with Captain's bars on his collar came out. "Can I check your ID again? The officer inside said you were Charles Johnson."I handed the officer my ID and he looked at it. "Are you the senior deputy from Tampa?"I nodded."I was with Tampa PD when you were having your war about a year ago. Your name is imprinted on my mind. This guy sure picked the wrong person to pick on. What did he.