I guess that's fair. But I'm not promising anything. And if I catch him lying to me, the deal's off and I'm outa here." Beth, I promise that Michael w...ll not lie to you. If he does, I will know it. He will even explain how I'll know it, if it will make you feel better," Catherine told her."How much do I tell her?" I thought to Catherine."Ask me out loud," she thought back. So I did."All of it, Michael. We're asking Beth to lay her life on the line for this family. She's never given me any. They were 13, 8, and 5. We lived in my parents’ retired meth house in a scary part of LA, an old two-bedroom with one bathroom—tiny, but it was home. The detached garage had been the meth lab, but that had blown up in a freak accident, killing both my parents. Sophie had only been a couple of months old.12:25 PMIn three minutes I would walk into the crowd, drop the backpack and walk away. I knew someone would be there to pick it up just seconds after I dropped it, but I wouldn’t look.. Good thing I did because he tried to punch me, but he missed. Turned sideways I use a blade strike on the side of his neck and pushed back with my ass hard. He fell backwards, hitting his head on Amanda's bed. I jumped to my feet as fast as I could. I was screaming in anger at him, but I don't know what exactly I said but I did use the word “Rapist.” That drew a lot of attention.Grabbing my kettle I dumped the still hot, but not quite boiling water on his head. I used the kettle to hit him in. I want her so bad it is hard to think...talk. But I try. I tell her how good she looks to me (if I told her I was ready to drop before her and kiss her feet, she would probably freak out). I start driving. My windows are tinted, so even though there are drivers around, I know they can't see...quite. I ask her to undue her pants. She rolls her eyes a little, but she complys, knowing how much it means to me. I am so hot, my chest hurts. I gasp when I see her skin, her panties. I can't wait, I.