'Fuck, what was I just thinking?'You simply won't wipe that ugly, dirty smirk of yours.“Thanks man,” you say, “that went a lot easier than expec...ed.”I don't understand your remark, but find it hard to form a confused expression.Your phone rings.“Oh it's her,” you say, looking at your phone's screen, before picking it up, “Yes, Mitch my bitch? Yeah... nah... okay... Of course he did. It's all recorded! Right here one my phone! Wanna come over and hand me my prize?”Now you read the confusion in. Tears start running down her cheeks as she stands before him, his prying eyes trying to take everything in about her. She tries to cover herself with her hands as best she can but he gruffly tells her to stand up straight and to keep her arms at her sides. He then looks her in the eye and tells her that from now on, her small penis is to be referred to as her clitty. Likewise, her anal passage will be called her pussy. Now he says, repeat back to me what I just told you. She hesitates but at a. Not many places were hiring pregnant 19-year-olds, especially when there wasn't a husband in sight. I finally found a job -- irony of ironies -- as a waitress at a tavern a few blocks from my apartment.It could have been a real nightmare, because the clientele wasn't the best. The place was kind of seedy and it had a few shady characters hanging around that I had to fend off. Fortunately (I guess), the tavern owner, a big middle-aged fellow named Sal, had my back.Of course, in order to gain his. Jessica standing next to me shot the second person through the door. The others ran back from the door way as I got up and pumped the shot gun and went to the door. The others ran to their truck and took off quickly. Jessica stood next to me with a 45 hand gun at the ready position. I didn’t even know she carried but then again I didn’t know her all that well. Standing mostly naked in the parking lot in 40’s temps we decided to get back inside. Jessica pulled out her cell phone and called.