Molly looks into the faces of a man a woman. The dog is pulling at his leashtrying to get closer to Molly. She cowers back. The woman holds tightly on...othe dog's leash. Mr Johnson grips the back of Molly's collar and prevents herfrom retreating further. The huge animal's face is so close to Molly's thatshe can smell dog food on his rank breath. In a Russian accent the woman says, "Rasputinis getting excited. He must smell your sister's pussy." The woman continues to hold the slavering beast. It wasn't supposed to happen to my mum thatwas so beautiful and young.?Even as the Cancer was eating at her, and Mum started to loose weightand look all skinny like a skeleton, I always remembered her asbeautiful.?I remember once that Mum was in bed. She was tired and very sick. Ididn't really care. I wanted to be with her. I told her I could makeher beautiful. I started putting make up on her face. I was quite goodat this, because I did it so often with my sister. I showed Mum whatshe looked. He left it there for what must have been five seconds, pressing it into her flesh, then with a quick snap of the wrist, as if he were throwing a dart, he raised the blade and jabbed it in and out of her flesh. She let out a high-pitched squeal of pain and indignation, the sound of which clearly aroused Mark. His erection was now at full strength, yet still he didn’t penetrate the girl. Instead he repeated the process, this time jabbing a narrow wound perhaps a half-inch to an inch deep into her. Then she straightened up. Turned around. “Hawk!” she called to the faux-hawked bartender. “Hey, nix the food, okay?” He craned his head back at her from the end of the bar and shook his head. Trading a pink umbrella-ed drink with cash from a petite redhead, he stalked over to her and grabbed something from under the bar before standing again. “That guy? Really?” Hawk was hard to hear over the drink he was shaking. She shrugged. “What? He’s cute.” He dipped his head. “You’re not this girl,.