'if it hadn't been for those darned kids'. Someone (probably one of my neighbors) ratted me out that I was back but moving out for good, and I soon fa...ed Irv's mighty wrath just as I was walking out of my old empty apartment for the last time with my final box of stuff to take to the new place. I missed a clean getaway by less than five minutes.He called me every name in the book, and I 'fessed up to some of them. I let him finish his speech, which he had obviously spent some time rehearsing. The windows’ shutters were open and light and noise from the street streamed in – as did the stench. Monica shuddered, then steeled herself.A young serving wench looked at her, walked over, and said, “Breakfast with tea is a pinch. With ale, two pinches.”“I thought breakfast came with my room,” Monica replied.“Oh, are you one of them?” the wench stated more than asked. She didn’t explain the them. “I’ll bring the standard, then. Porridge, bread, roasted mutton, and tea with honey.”Monica nodded. It was something he had seen his brother do a hundred times, and once she was gone, he would do it to someone else. The only difference this time was that he would get to her first, and it would be him who shipped her home. Bruised, battered, but well fucked and bent to the will of any man who might want her from now on. Odds were by the time mommy and daddy saw what a little slut she had turned into, they would be putting her ass out on the street. Let her sell her ass for a place to sleep or. It's just that she likes you, and you'd probably do a great job..."Rebecca smiled. "Okay," she said, "I'll do it. Just fill in the parameters."I thought for a moment. "The parameters are whatever she wants to know." I was silent for a moment. "Rebecca," I continued, "this is my baby. I don't want her to get hurt. I want her to have all the information she needs."Rebecca pursed her lips. "How far should I go?"I shook my head. "I don't care. Just answer whatever she wants to know, no matter how.