What had been his end game with me? He surely couldn’t let me go, not after all that he’d done. Kidnapping, assault, rape. So why did he keep me a...ive? Quite possibly, it was uncertainty about his boss, Sarah Meriwether.He didn’t keep me alive for any sick pleasure. In fact, he barely seemed to enjoy the sex. I had the sense that he was just going through the motions. Cleaning me, feeding me, securing me, fucking me. I was there, I was his, he may as well use me. Maybe he enjoyed my humiliation. .. simpler?”“I don’t have a problem with that.”“Would you like me to ask Rachel for the footage? I could look at it.” Consuela asked. “I am your assistant after all. And I have gotten to know the poems.”“Sure. I’ll probably look too, but I do need to do some writing.”“What do you need to write?” Katrina asked.“A play for Morpheus, my theater company. It’s a yearly thing. A new production in the spring.”“You write a play a year?”“Since I was eighteen.”“I know you have a theater...” Consuela. He yanked her to him and breathed in her face with foul breath.He hooked his fingers into the front of her halter and pulled outward until the catch snapped. The material burned into her flesh and made her cry out with pain.Her tits shot free and jiggled on her chest, and Jody stared at them. He cupped her ass with one hand and mauled her tits with his other, holding her body against his."Nice tits, cutie, beautiful ass! God, am I gonna fuck that hot little ass! Get over there! Belly down next. Dad always saw a lot of opportunities, and he always thought he might need more money in order to get the best performance out of them. His current proposal was for a six hundred million operating line. Since current value of our assets weren't that high, Dad was going to get Mama and Uncle Bunny to guarantee the first two hundred million. I wanted to see Mama's reaction when he presented this proposal to her for the first time.We went over to the deli owned by Hans and Gerta's German friends,.