"You killed the man that raped me and shot my brother. He waited so my brother could hear what he was doing to me. David hollered and threatened the m...n even though he was powerless to help me. The man laughed as he took me. David was hollering, but nothing would sway the man. When he finished with me he left the wagon. It wasn't long before I heard a shot, and didn't hear David any more."She had repositioned herself against him so that her torso was turned toward him. She snuggled close, her. He then whispered that he also wanted to fuck me. He added it would be not love at all; just two people fucking…I was trying to speak out but nothing came out. Yes… I wanted him to fuck me; but I just could not say it…Big Tyrone suddenly lifted me in his strong arms and he pushed me over his desk. He made me bend over my waist. He whispered I could beg him to stop before he lifted my skirt…Again I could not say a word. My skirt then was pulled up to my waist. I closed my eyes, bracing myself in. "I noticed you coming by my desk a bunch of times today, and I figure I've been so busy and maybe you didn't want to bother me. But obviously, I was wrong." I make for the door."Wait," she calls out before I can reach the knob. "There are some things we need to discuss."I turn around and look at her. "Yes?" Come and sit down," she requests, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her. I sit back. It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty. In fact, if anyone invited her out tonight then she’d probably do that, because she really just didn’t have the energy to even make it through the day right now. And if she took a nap then she might as well just go out because she wasn’t going to be tired enough to sleep until very late in the night. It was the main reason she hardly ever took naps. Musing over the way her life was working, Denise only had half her mind on the road. Not that she needed her whole mind usually, she drove this way.