The rage she'd felt was gone now, as was her fear. Her grief at seeing Bo killed still gnawed at her, and that she held close, nurturing it and lettin... those feelings fill her heart. Right now, that grief was the only thing that made her believe she was still alive. Myra reached the road and began walking down its edge, keeping close to the brush just in case one of the men dared to leave the false sanctuary of their fires. She didn't really expect that to happen, but then she wasn't one to. He went to the register and paid for the items, then loaded everything into the car. All the items went into the trunk except for the carrier, which he put in the back seat. He left the parking lot and drove to the Walmart store. He purchased a large red bow to tie onto the carrier. He then drove to Mr. Williams' farm. The old man was sitting on the his front porch. Old Sally and all the pups were there too. Ariel's pup was sitting on Mr. Williams' lap with a pink bow tied around her neck. Jack. She instantly threw herself down to the ground and curled up in a ball, sobbing. She felt so degraded, used, full of his fluids. She was leaking out as she lay there crying, she couldn't stop it. She looked up at him and...he was gone.The alley was empty except for the shadows. She was left there, clothing tattered, a puddle of cum and piss under her, more leaking out of her, crying, shivering, and full. He had simply left her here. She shook and trembled as she tried to sit up. The sudden rush. She explicitly trusted that this mother had her…would not let her stumble. When she felt the back of her knees make contact with what was obviously the Loren's bed in the room only dimly lit by the streetlights outside the window she glanced up at her shyly through thick lashes with a searching look on her face. "Loren?" she asked hesitantly distancing herself a bit by leaning back trying to allow her fuzzy head to regain some equilibrium.Loren caressed the back of Alex's neck, cradling her.