After dinner, they stopped briefly to switch positions, and Frank had dozed for a couple of hours, then they switched back and Frank drove while Ronni... slept. They had swapped out every few hours for most of the trip.Well, almost, thought Ronnie in pleasant reverie. When she woke after midnight, leaning against a pillow and her balled-up coat, Frank had smiled and patted the seat next to him, then threw his right arm over the seat back. Ronnie unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over next to him,. Since before I found out he’d been fucking the slut next door.“I made this cock,” Elisabet continued. “And it gives me such pleasure. My son knows how to use it. you want this in you, don’t you, slut.”“Yes,” I moaned. I had utterly surrendered to being Elisabet’s bitch. The Ellistons owned me. Why not enjoy it. Maybe, just maybe, Clint had a plan that would make this all work out. I didn’t see it. His press conference upon making bail torpedoed any chance he had of getting out of this without. Do yourself a favor and get a good lawyer. Someone who knows the industry. There are tricks and fine print in Hollywood that the rest of the world hasn’t discovered yet, and none of them are nice.”Mike shook my hand, gathered Annie up and they were gone, leaving me sitting there with a ball of ice in the pit of my stomach.The next morning, I saw Jake and Dave off, sad to see them go but knowing that this was my problem and I had to deal with it my way.I knew no one in the industry except for. You might think that I would begin to get numb to the humiliation. That was apparently not the case.I tried to imagine that they couldn't see me, that I was hiding in the darkened room. It was sort of an ostrich mentality. It wasn't that dark and I was surrounded by teenage boys. But I had to cope somehow.I had been staring at the screen for a moment without really seeing what was happening as my mind churned furiously. But I heard a moan from the television and my eyes focused again, just in.