The greeted Frank, who was lounging in a chair in the staff only break room. Angel’s nostrils flared as the stench of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap...sex hit her in the face like a brick wall.Frank smirked at her. Careful not to get in trouble, she quickly lowered her head. Looking a pimp in the eyes was a sure way to get beat. He stood, grabbed her by the neck tightly, and tilted her head up, trying to force her to look at him. She returned his force with closed eyes. She knew better than to. He looked over to Suzie and said, “I didn’t realize we went to school with a bunch of vampires.”“Vampires?” Suzie asked.“They seem to be afraid of garlic,” Sean said. He exhaled loudly in the direction of a freshman. The poor kid stumbled back as if slapped.“Don’t pick on the freshman,” Suzie said. She would have slapped him on the arm, but she was staying outside the sphere of garlic and he was too far away.“Okay,” Sean said. He noticed Tom approaching him. He asked, “How about I pick on. Grandpa took great delight in punching a new hole in the fixing strap of Jenny's slave collar, so he could fully tighten it around her skinny just-teenage neck, especially at bedtime.Often the wide black leather slave collar was the only thing Jenny wanted to wear on the weekends, dancing around grandpa's flat in just her new black bra and panties.In the evening laying across his lap, while grandpa watched TV, he would slide a finger under her collar to check it was just tight enough to. It could have been his expressive eyes or maybe the gesture of him running his hand through his hair as I hesitantly walked up to the trolley. I havent heard of most of the musicians on there and I quickly surveyed the trolley for anything I recognized. Where was the Mozart he talked about? After realizing I had been up there for a moment too long I quickly picked up my next safest choice, a classical album titled Bach: Partitas and Sonatas for Violin and rushed back to my seat. Hmm, that is.