Her life had changed so much. She was so active on Twitter. She had thousands of followers. Her analytics were smoking hot. People were coming far and...wide to find out her latest gossip. She had even had people DMing her about causing havoc at their schools.Sending information about people who were bullies.Right now, Clara had her focus on destroying her university and all the assholes, cunts, birches, and jackasses who went there. Her fingers typed the perfect tweet to get the rumor mills. ”Rebecca still remembered her sister Ann’s last day working at the shop. It was the first time she had been allowed to watch her father work. She vividly remembered holding Ann’s hand as her father finished getting her ready, the calm look in Ann’s eyes as she watched their father lift the cleaver, and the way her hand had tightened on Rebecca’s momentarily as it came down through her slim neck. But the image that stayed with her the most, was the way her older sister’s eyes kept moving and the. I could hear a voice calling something out over a loudspeaker, but it was aimed at the windows across the street and I could not make out the words.I turned back to the table just in time for our server to return. She was carrying a tray full of drinks. She distributed the drinks and then lifted a stack of menus that had been under the drinks. As she handed out the drinks she looked out across the street. "What is all the excitement over there? I've never seen that place this busy."I peeked at. ” So I got naked and flitted behind the flimsy shower curtain to wash myself with the litre bottle of cheap liquid soap of which smell seems to remind me of the toilets in mechanics’ workshops. Hearing Naomi return, I finished up and stepped out to be handed a towel. I dried myself, talking with her all the while. She told me some stories. “One customer,” she said, “brings his own pantyhose which he pays the girl one-hundred dollars to shit into whilst he watches. Another customer I had,” she.