"Yes, my mistress...Millicent Lyttle sent me for her usual order," Serenasaid lowly."Oh her...the fat cow couldn't waddle down here herself and not pa... me inperson?" Jenn replied getting a smirk from Serena as she realized thatJenn didn't like her anymore than she did and that she wasn't the onlyone Millicent hadn't paid in awhile."My Mistress was very adamant about me retrieving the salts and bringingthem straight away...she needs them for tonight Ms. Jenn.A smirk crossed Jenn's pale, freckled. "What was the cheerleading squad? Some kind of secret military organization?"Dawn shook her head a little, "Not exactly. It was more paramilitary than anything else. And there was nothing secret about it. Brianne had her lieutenants and her inner circle and the rest of the squad. Thule pointed it out to me that, in social situations, we gathered around Brianne in concentric circles based on rank. And, when we moved through the halls en masse, we made one of those formations like Roman. I could kill the driver, but now that I had been in the system, I wasn't interested in the death penalty. I just wanted freedom, and cunt.I climbed up the hill, ducked when a big 18-wheeler went by-I didn't know how to drive one of those-and flagged down the first passenger car I saw. The police slicker made it easy. The prick stopped, asked what the problem was, and I just pulled open his door and threw him on the ground. I drove one exit, got off and made a u-turn to come back, went two exits. I admit that sometimes when I looked at Rachel, I could hear myself saying, “If that were my daughter, I’d lock her up until she was thirty and shoot any boy who came sniffing around.” But when she smiled at me, my heart melted and my cock stiffened and there was no more conscious thought process.Mom and Dad acknowledged my relationship with each of the girls, including my sister. The strongest words they used were to tell me to ‘act responsibly’ and to remind me that Beca and Brittany were.