Please…”The men were dressed in gang colors and their bitches wore blue jeans and leather vests, their breasts almost fully exposed. The laughed ...nd joked as they circled around Jolene. “This White Bitch is really fucked up.” “Look at those welts and burns.” Charise laughed. “Surprised the white slut is still alive.”“What are they going to do with her. “ “I heard take her to the junkyard and nail her to a pallet. Throw it on a pile and burn it up.”“Put this piece of shit out of her misery.”. I don’t look up, and you don’t open your eyes, until somehow the man has stood up, and the woman has backed into him. You watch as he slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her breasts and arms. She straightens her arms, and the dress falls to the floor. This seems to make you more horny, and you press you ass into me more. I reach up to the back of your dress and lift the halter over your head, then down your body. You both are now standing in your bra and panties, as we. Maybe there was some reality to their God. They hada depth of character that demanded explanation. Maybe, too, my previousprayers from this spot had really been answered, when I asked God to getme in and out of the city safely. I just wished he had enabled me to fullyfix Jakob. Now it would be too late, if all went according to plan. Iprayed anyway: *God, would you get us all through this safely? Would youplease let me get Moranna out of power without causing worse trouble inthe process? And. When I woke I was alone. On the bedside table was a note. 'No more to say or do. Together we are very special. Love, real love, Angela. PS: Frau Fischer has gone to a hotel and will be back in the morning.'I'd woken again early and made myself coffee and gone back to bed. I was lying thinking about the past couple of days, marvelling at Angela's ability to be two such distinct people, when my door burst open and a leggy blonde hurricane landed on me.'Luke, when did you get back? We arrived just.