Or you’ll be punished, and you won’t like any of my punishments. I often train slaves for myself, and my facility upstairs, but you’re special, ...ecause I’m being paid to train you for someone else. I always give my slaves numbers, which I issue in order. I only ever issue a number once, and I’m currently up to number thirty-two, but I only have twenty-five slaves now, since some proved to be disappointments and misbehaved too much, so I had to terminate their contracts. Since my slave contracts. I put on some music as she lit up a joint that she had brought with her and before I could press play, she was already tapping me on the shoulder to pass it along. It only took the two of us ten minutes to smoke down a perfectly good blunt, but we got down to the end and I had no roach clips; Jess played it cool and pulled her bowl out of her purse and packed the roach in with a bit more weed. We smoked the roach and got an amazing high off of that before packing another bowl and passing around. I just couldn't take it anymore. I stole some money from his wallet one morning and got on a bus. That evening I was in New York City. The money ran out a couple of days later even though I was only using it for food. I had been sleeping in the subways. I wandered around not knowing what to do, but I knew that I wasn't going back to the Renwicks. I would kill myself first. When my hunger got the better of me, I accepted an offer of food from an old man. He was as least 35, but I needed to eat,. The police officers I spoke to, and even the Coroner, were convinced that whomever the driver of Elaine's vehicle had been, he/she was guilty of "Dangerous Driving, causing death!" at the least, and possibly even "Manslaughter!"It had come to light that Elaine's car had triggered a speed camera, while travelling in excess of 100 miles per hour, just a few minutes before the accident. And everybody was aware, that it had been appalling weather that evening: pouring with rain the majority of the.