I palm your nipples soaping them up, and then use my finger gripping them and twisting them around as they stiffen in my hands. I bite your neck then...move my hands along your throat, up onto your face, lathering you all up. You raise your arms above your head, as I reach under them lathering from your armpits to your wrists. You hold them there as I grab the showerhead and begin to spray you off down your arms, across your shoulders, down your back and over your butt. You slowly twirl. For all she knew, Susan's mother would just slam the door in her face before she had the chance to gain the woman's trust. If that was even possible in the wake of Melissa's tortures.She didn't hesitate when she reached the front walk. She couldn't afford to. She held her head aloft and pretended a confidence that she did not quite have. As much as it chafed to do so, she had to rely on techniques her mother had taught her in dealing with people."Act forceful and confident," her mother had told. She slept better than she had in many years, and she awoke starving. She made pancakes and sausages again for breakfast, but only because the frozen sausage links and the pancake mix were the only suitable breakfast food she could find in the house. She'd have to stock up today. Tomorrow morning she'd feed her sons ham-and-cheese omelets and maybe a cooked cereal. Enough of the prepackaged junk Hilda had been feeding them. She had a few dozen sausages keeping warm in the oven and a. And why shouldnt my God delight in my form? Arent I a gorgeous, sexy woman? Youre his slave, his toy! I snapped at her. So? I chose to be their slave. Her eyes burned with fervor. When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here. An exultant smile filled her face. And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a.