I suddenlyrealized my ass pretty sore and I was sitting in a wet spot. "But what wereyou doing there? I don't understand..." I went down there to find...my cousin George, motherfucker owes me money!"he yelled."George?" I asked confused."Yeah bitch, my cousin George!" Ray was getting louder.Oh my God. George is the gay cousin Ray told me about.He continued. "When I get there, they tell me he's in the back gangbangingsome cum slut white boy, boy can't get enough black cock, came in herebegging to. "I'll bet. You haven't said much about the two who tried to kidnap Jill, Janet and me." There is not much to tell. At first I was hell bent to give them the treatments they planned for the three of you. When Frank heard what happened, he offered to take them off my hands. He told me that what I planned wasn't my style. If I did it there would likely be negative repercussions. After thinking about it, I gave him two presents and even paid the delivery costs." So you trust Frank." I have no. Thank you. ‘We will get through this together, baby,’ my mother promises. I am so overcome, I can only nod. There are no words. My mother calls the police and she agrees with me that I can tell them whatever I feel they need to know, thus keeping us safe. I don’t mention the money to them for fear that it will raise too many questions. The kind I am not allowed to answer. *** I am beyond exhausted. I get by only sharing the bare minimum with the officers. The location I was snatched. That. *Irene was reaching for the journal yet again when Katrina foundher. "Madame? The little one is awake. She had an urgent needto relieve herself, but she said she desperately needed to speakwith you when she'd finished." Not as desperately as I wish speech with her, dear. Go andprepare a light breakfast for us, please? Coffee for me and Isuspect tea for her, and some fresh bread and butter. Oh yes,and whatever fresh fruit we have on hand. We will take the trayin the guest room, I think.".