Her drinking would start when she got out of bed in the morning and last until she went to sleep at night. There were days where she handled her drink...ng fairly well and there were days were she would get way out of hand. One night I picked her up after she got off duty and she was drunk as a skunk and feeling sorry for herself. While we were heading home she tried to climb out the window and I had to drive and try to hold on to her to keep her from falling out the window. I pulled the van over. "Lets fuck first and then think about it," Frank yawned."Fuck first? Yes! Think about breakfast, I've thought about it and I want you take me to the cafe up the street. I love their eggs, sausage and croissants." You're on top, just put it in and do your thing," Frank said. "I'm still tired." Bullshit," she sneered. "No breakfee, no fuckee."Frank laughed at her meek attempt to sound like a Chinese laundry man."What's so funny. I'm hungry." Isn't there a crust of bread in the kitchen?" he. Wow! She had certainly changed in that nine months that she had been at college. Her hair was then short and sassy. It was even blonde with brown streaks all over the place. She called it frosted. She had on a tiny tube top that just barely cradled her enlarged breasts, which had definitely grown some. Her micro miniskirt was way below her rounded tummy and it still just barely cover her panties. She was wearing high heels and her fingernails were over an inch long. Then I saw that her belly. Her eyes grew big. She obviously had questions. ‘I had planned on humiliating you for all those months of hell you put me through. I didn’t think you would piss yourself, though. You made my job so much easier.’ She finally had the nerve to speak as I finished putting the collar around her neck and securing it in place. ‘Was I really that horrible, that you planned all this? You had to of been planning this for months.’ I hushed her by placing a finger to her mouth. ‘I think I have made it.