I ate lunch alone in front of the TV. I cooked dinner, and I ate at the dinning room table by myself. At times I would look around and feel a little b...t sorry for myself. The person that I was in love with, I could never have. I questioned whether it was wrong of me to wish that she would break up with her boyfriend. She seemed happy with him, and if they broke up that would bring her sadness. I knew it was selfish of me to want them to break up, but being alone was hurting me. I then started. A new load of untrained slaveflesh, virgin to whip and branding iron, had arrived, begging to be pieced, burned and lashed. The batch had come from some East European orphanage, from where regularly new material was skimmed off when the meat had reached a certain age. There were seventeen, sixteen, even fifteen-year-olds, and, glancing at a very shy girl with pale complex, Vanessa had went sick from imagining how young this lost child would be.The latest newcomers – all three-way-virgins – had. "Jill, I'm only nineteen, but I honestly think that if she gets on ok with Fred and they, well I don't know, hey it's just me and you, a barbeque and a load of lager, let me go and shower and see what comes up, eh?"I grinned lecherously at her and she giggled, “put the steaks on you bloody pervert, I'll go and change, but stay like you are, all sweaty.”She dipped her hand into my shorts and found my growing erection."I'll enjoy licking the sweat off you and then you can take me to bed and have. ‘The DA has two eye witnesses who will testify that you threatened to kill Ms. Rodriguez just a couple of hours before she died. Also he has 4 other witnesses from the mall that not only saw you fighting with the victim outside in the parking lot but saw you pull her out of the mall.’ My eyes suddenly filled with tears. ‘Mr. Wallace, I didn’t do this. I swear I didn’t.’ He patted my hand. ‘I’m sure you didn’t. But unless the real killer happens to turn himself or herself in, the odds don’t look.