I was surprised Jerry had gotten this far with Cindy and I wanted to see more if I could. I crept to my sister's open bedroom door and listened to the...sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. They were just inside probably inches from my listening post."No, Jerry," Cindy said once again but this time breathlessly."You have beautiful tits, Cindy." Jeez! Did he already have her bra off?"That's enough, Jerry. Please get out of my room." Cindy was starting to sound a little panicky. I couldn't blame. Each day they tortured her helpless torso. They snippedoff her clit and fried her ass. They had great fun watching herbounce her ass up and down on the hot plate. On and off. On andoff, all day long. The next day they hooked her twat up to a carbattery and watched her bounce around like a puppet on the end ofa string. They covered her with shit and let flies swarm and crawlover her for two days while they laughed. The day after that theyfinally killed her." Maryanne's face was white as a. But, short of completely unwarranted snooping I didn’t see another alternative except to stick with what we had arranged and trust her to do the right thing.So, in the end it all came back around to continuing to try to rebuild our marriage. I was mostly able to keep the paranoid insecurity at bay, because I believed that she loved me and she knew the conditions for restarting things from the beginning. But the pain that my incipient jealousy was causing never went away, particularly with the. She sunk back into her chair, and started shaking again.Michelle's voice was low and menacing then started to rise in speed and volume. "William Burton, that low-life good for nothing son of a bitch! If there is anything this family can do to help you defeat that evil monster; you only have to ask. Do you have money? Do you have a lawyer? Paul has taken care of your room and board. You stay as long as necessary. Days, weeks, months, even years, you do not have to worry about that. You are under.