She looked out her windshield to a vast landscape of nothing but white. She grabbed her cell phone and saw there was no signal. “Really?” She qu...stioned, looking up. Hope was convinced at this point in her life her guardian angel was a drunk.She sat, contemplating her options when she saw a bright light, followed by a loud crash and her car suddenly lurched forward.“What fresh Hell is this?” she grumbled to herself.Turning to look out her back window she could see a soft glow through the. ART 4 THE PLANTING OF HEAVAN'S SEEDHeavan has her huge tall daughter carry me up to the next floor where there was a special bed constructed with a small pocket that her daughter lay me down into it so my body was sunk down even with the bed ,strapping me in so I could not move or resist what ever Miss Heavan had in store for me , some thing about I being the one for the use ,for what use.Miss Heavan entered the room and sat next to me on the bed and told me what I had been chosen for We'll get started shortly."He left us standing there and left the stage to join the other slave owners in the audience. We stood there under the screen where my first rape was being offered as entertainment while they mingled as if at a cocktail party or sat and watched the humiliating record of my first rape.It wasn't long before people came up on stage to get a closer look at us. With one exception they didn't speak to us directly. They spoke to each other about us. I was more than a little. I'm a little pissed at my hubby right now and I'm thinking of giving him some payback and you are kind of yummy looking." Yummy? Me? No one has ever called me yummy before." I probably shouldn't have either. I think my alcohol intake is having an effect on me." Not meaning to be too forward but I kind of like the effect. Tell me more about the yummy part." I think you should take me back to the table before I do something stupid."When I got home I saw that all of Bobby's stuff had been picked.