Die Leute aus dem Dorf bildeten nun einen lockeren Kreis um das verurteilte junge Weib. Das Gemurmel und Gelächter wurde leiser.Zwei der Männer des ...ogts hatten sich lange Weidenruten besorgt und schnalzten nun damit durch die Luft. Der Klang flüsterte Martha bereits den zu erwartenden Schmerz ins Ohr. Sie hatte bereits mehrmals in ihrem Leben die Rute ihres Bauern zu spüren bekommen. Meist waren es jedoch nur eine Handvoll Schläge ohne wirkliche Bosheit gewesen, wie man sie einem jungen. 'I looked at him and softly said '...I ain't going...' Bruce smiled and said '...have it your way, your folks home, I need to talk to them...' Terrified I asked '...what do he want...' Bruce came closer to the fence and whispered '...he wants to fuck your stupid ass some more. What you think he wants, meet me at the corner in ten minutes...' Bruce turned and walked away. Yeah I met Bruce and the two of us made our way over to his sister's apartment. Once in side Bruce's uncle was sitting on the. Cameron hadn't been aware of it, he was sure, but she had honed his techniques of disengagement. He still cared about winning and losing. He forced himself to focus on improving his arguments. He'd have been infinitely better off focusing on those rather than facing what had happened.Shit happened. He knew that, really. His wasn't the most tragic story he's heard while he was in Iraq -- and he hadn't been there that long. He honestly thought he wasn't getting any worse -- although he was. "Bend over, slut," was his simple command. She leaned forward at the waist, pausing once she had her body at about ninety degrees, her hands on her knees. "More," he said. She leaned even further, surprising herself a bit with her flexibility until her hands reached down to softly grip her ankles. Foxx used his feet to nudge at the inside of her ankles, so she spread her legs farther, as much as the tight skirt would allow. Rather than accept this, Foxx just took hold of the hem of the skirt.