“Y..yes. I’m a bitch. I’m really sorry. Really, I am. You have been a big help and I would be so fucked if you had not stepped in to help. I don...��t know what to say to make it up to you.”Tasha got that evil glint in her eye for just a second. Then she spoke“Actions speak louder than words, Rachel. I don’t want to hear you babble about how sorry you are. I think you should show me.”“H..how?” said Rachel, her voice filled with fear and anxiety. “Well, Ron had told me what a good little slut you. She resents the expense it costs to replace day-to-day articles with anything fashionable, saves her money for going-out things and driving lessons. Necessity dictates, and sometimes the skirt she wears is three years old. Each day, she runs a gauntlet of wolf-whistles, the lascivious calls from men on scaffolding or windows of passing cars. All those men, telling her what they want to give her. She imagines what might happen if she were to accept one of the invitations so glibly called to her.. “You make one sound, and you’re a dead motherfucker.”I gagged him, pulled the sack over his head and tied it, then pulled him off the steps into the bushes before wrapping his hands and feet with bailing wire.That leaves one more, according to what Charlie told us.I put that man’s hat on my head, then looked to my left when I saw something move. There was Hank - and he was smiling as he gave me the OK sign.With the man’s hat on my head, I rapped on the door and yelled out, ‘Hola amigo, abre la. A dozenor so more men had their way with her, and Peter wassure she had experienced at least two or three moreorgasms, one while being fucked in the ass. At last they were alone, except for Mr. M'bele. Suddenly Peter exploded into the trough below thehole, gushing smelly, liquid shit. Mr. M'bele toppedhim off again with water from the hose. The sun waslow, and the sweatbox of a room was darkening, withonly weak rosy light coming in the screenedopenings, after the witch doctor closed.