The big thing was when I wasseven or eight, I was the ring bearer in my uncle's wedding. I had towear this itchy, uncomfortable suit and tie, but the ...lower girl...she got to wear this really pretty, cute, fun dress. Everyone gushedover both of us, but I hated my suit and she was having a blast. Sheeven got to wear make-up, had her hair done and all that. I was sojealous!"I also remember playing with my cousin Allie growing up. Whenever weplayed at her house, we'd always play Barbie and I loved. This will be far better than the lodge, she was thinking. She hoped Brenda was thinking the same. This didn’t seem to faze Mrs. Maston one bit. She turned to the couple. And the young lady broke out in deeper sobs. ‘There, there, dear,’ Mrs. Maston cooed. ‘let’s get these wet coats off and come into the dining room for a cup of tea. And tell me what saddens you so.’ In the dining room, the young man spoke for the two of them while they all sipped the most delicious tea Charlotte had ever. She could hear lots of voices chanting, "Spit her!, spit her!" at that moment James ripped off her blindfold and her fate was revealed as she looked upon the sight of "The Jessica 3000" comercial size woman spitting machine.With the gag still in her mouth all Jessica could do was whimper a bit and cry while she was lead over to the huge crome machine that would soon take her life. James forced her to mount the Jessica 3000 in a kneeling possition. He began straping her in with her wrists and. I knew that she’d run out of burnable money in just over a year, and be living on food stamps and not working. That part was easy to deal with. I’d just let her suffer in her own stupidity. But, with my sisters, I wanted to make sure they saw her for the monster she was. Problem was, she didn’t treat them as bad as she treated me. I’d have to gather evidence to prove otherwise. A recording device could help, but something that was small, portable, and usable wasn’t common place in the 1990s..