My running back and forth had charged the trailer's batteries enough to run the 12-volt lights. I should have pulled the electrical feed from the truc... to the trailer the night before in case the battery charging circuit had no under-voltage protection. I could have pulled the truck's battery to near-zero overnight. I had gotten lucky. I checked out the refrigerator. It was a floor-to-ceiling unit, maybe seven cubic feet. The top third was a freezer. It was designed to work on either 110 volts. I have some good news for the people of Warren County," I said."Sheriff I understand you have captured the driver of the car that struck those kids at the high school last night," Debbie of Channel 8 said."Well we have the owner of the car who was apprehended hiding behind a dumpster at the scene. I'm not sure we can say more at this time. We are holding her until the investigation is complete." You don't usually say so little Sheriff. You are usually outspoken on these matters." She said."Even. It's supposed to have the same basic properties as asprin, but boy does it smell like shit. "I'll go fix the tea, then," she said, already turning to go to the kitchen. The apartment's layout was exactly the same as mine, but she had paintings by unknown painters hung all over the place. I never bothered to decorate my walls. Never did see the point. I walked around her living room, inspecting the magazines on her coffee table, hoping to see some porno somewhere. None was to be found, so I sat. I punch her face, causing it to violently snap to one side. While she’s dazed and recovering I quickly throw her legs apart with one hand and with the other violently shove the brush up her perfect, delicate pussy. Her scream is animalistic and panicked. I vigorously move the brush in and out quickly, scrubbing out the filthy interior of her vagina. “This is what disgusting trash gets Fuki. This is what you deserve.”“No please, stop!” she yells repeatedly, “I can’t, I can’t!”I rip the brush out.