These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, ...ape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Part 1 – Prologue (Author’s note: this story is a lot of laying groundwork for the future, something like an Interlude. Thanks in advance for bearing with it, and be assured that cluuuuues are being inserted.). Ifelt her hands on my bum."You know what they are?" she asked."Yes," I blurted out ashamed."Have you seen them?" No but I know they say, Tara told the tattooist what to put and Dr.Ozaki read them out."Sophie nodded. "Don't look at them! It's terrible she did that to you. Ohwhat can we do, Jim has had casts taken of my head and breasts! I have noidea why!" She looked hopefully at me as if I was going to be her knightin shining armour (sissy in a french maids outfit was closer to thetruth!)"I.... Come a little closer and I'll do it for you."He gazed longingly up at his beautiful blonde mistress and instantly obeyed; he loved it when she put her delicate loving hands on his furry body. If only she were around more instead of off with that young male human! Matt had not liked him from the very beginning; perhaps it was only instinct, but he had growled the moment Lucy's boyfriend came near him and, so far, he had not relented in his distrust of that human. Lucy was by far his favorite;. Whatever you talked about, Marge was a fucking expert on it. She had seen everything, been everywhere, done everything and had the whole collection of T-shirts to prove it. Marge was the type of woman who could tell you what it felt like when she got her dick sucked. Add that to her grating, over modulated, voice and you get the picture. I hated Marge with a passion. Just as I was thinking it, the bitch looked across the deck and smiled at me. I swear that whore was psychic.I made my way over.