Once again Leslie was waiting outside for Brock when he arrived home Tuesday. But this time she’d stationed herself in front of his door to bar his ...ntry.“Social Services is coming for Suzy tomorrow,” Leslie said. “I don’t know how you can be so unreasonable. She was a pawn in this whole thing. Just like you were. Brock, she was the victim of an attempted rape. You can’t know how traumatic that is. Is it any wonder that she closed herself off and focused solely on Suzy?”Brock closed his tired. "Be careful and get ready to duck, my little animated dildo. That smell ain't shit. It's brimstone." She waved her hands in the air and all the broken glass came together in the middle of the dance floor in a neat pile, just waiting for someone to sweep it up and toss it in a trashcan."Master!" Harold Loomis shouted and bowed down facing the door. A big, tall individual wearing a pimp suit, complete with a broad-brimmed mink hat came strutting in. He looked around the room and sneered."Sit. Back over on the table Tiffany removed the cock from Gregory's mouth and surveyed her handiwork. She had managed to severely damage his esophagus and several teeth were missing. Showing no sympathy, she yanked him by the hair and tapped the ashes from her cigar into his battered mouth. He yelped softly, not able to do much else. "God I love to smoke cigars while I prepare an a****l for the slaughter!" she said, at the same time slicing into his cock with the full force of her whip."I couldn't. I could only hope that this was some sort of aberration because Abby was drunk, although I doubted it.I called home when I got back in my vehicle, to document the time. I then called Abby's cell phone, watching her reaction to see what she would do. She pulled the phone out, looked at the number and then let the call go to voice mail. Well, I had a partial answer at least."Hi, honey, it's me, just calling to see what you and Amy are up to. I'll be home earlier than I had thought; I'll call you.