" Well at least it is over right?" A judge has to give the green light to the divorce. It will be handled in hischambers and I expect it to be finaliz...d in less than two weeks. You stillhave to wait a year before you can get married again." Hey, I am not going with anyone and you have me getting married."They got back to the office and he got back to work. He figured at the ratehe was going it would be all up to date in about two more days. At two o'clockTaylor came out and told him Carolyn. Looking at the clock, she figured she could hit one last house. There was a new one this year and located on an old abandon farm on the outskirts of town. It had the uncreative title of ?The Body Farm? but it promised to be different from the others she?d been to. The house and barn were lit up with red spotlights, giving them an eerie glow in the crisp autumn night. A bloodied, headless farmer greeted guests slumped over on top of his rusted-out tractor by the front gate. A slight. Whoever this man was he wasn’t interested him her sexual satisfaction only his own and her pain from his cock only increased his pleasure. “Slut” he shouted at her “you’re a fucking slut say it bitch. Through the pain and gasping for breath she managed to get out the words. “I’m a fucking slut Sir” just before his hand once more slapped down on her left cheeks making her involuntarily move to avoid a fifth hard slap. This only managed to anger him even more and pulling at her hair he slapped. "As long as you're not hoping for time off." Venetia felt his eyes on her as she turned for the door. She also felt one of her safety pins spring loose, and she clutched at her chest, between and beneath her breasts, in a torment in case the pin stuck into her tits. She moved with exaggerated care to the doorway, feeling another of the pins let go, then shuffled round, turning her whole body to wish the astonished Mr Butcher a good afternoon. She escaped, closing the door just as the last pin.