Nothing ever did, so far anyway, but if it did then, at least, he had seen her one last time. As he was approaching the nursing home, he looked around...for a set of bushes to stash Battle Dog, and a few weapons behind. He knew from experience that Battle Dog or weapons weren’t allowed inside. He found the bushes he normally used, and stepped around behind them. He pulled the 9mm pistol out that was stashed under his shirt in the back of his pants, and placed it on the ground. Next came the four. It felt like almost an act of worship. Composed, generous. It was beautiful.And Rebecca was almost always trapped somewhere in the back of her own mind, unable to control any part of her body, and barely able to differentiate reality from dreams. But this time, Marin had allowed her to stay. For some reason, Marin was allowing some semblance of control and consciousness. Valerie was still clearly being compelled, but seemed awake and alert in a way that none of the previous victims had. She. "She's got one of them vibrator things shaped like a cock and she's got it buzzin' up the Princess's cunt. And she's lovin' it. Jesus, I ain't never seen anythin' like it! Jenny's fuckin' her with a plastic cock!"They were drunk enough to laugh at anything and this news had them rolling about the floor."Right-o, calm down you mad bastards." Hugh whispered hoarsely. "Play another record Billy to stop them hearin' us. Before we get too stoned, let's fix the price. And no fuckin' cheatin' any of. We’ve gone through so much together. That’s why I know black men and black women can make it work if they want to. In the household where I grew up, father and mother respected one another. I’ve seen my parents argue but I’ve never seen them disrespect or mistreat each other either physically or mentally. The image of the constantly bickering black couple does not apply to them. I respect my father and mother, and they respect me. My siblings and I don’t always get along but we respect each.