After Becca has cum several times, the big man lifts her from the barstool. She wraps her slender arms around his neck and hangs on for dear life.As t...e fifteen-year-old bounces up and down on the gangster’s gigantic meatpole, her mother is struck by the contrast between them. Becca looks so white and fragile against the gangster’s scarred and tattooed ebony flesh, like a delicate flower clinging to a massive, gnarled tree trunk.Becca begins to cry out within a minute of being impaled on that. But it seemed like something to me. I lay there thinking about all the things that could have happened and realized for the first time that Jerry’s job was dangerous. Oh, I knew intellectually that it was but I’d never had the visceral feeling of fear I felt now. What would it be like to marry Jerry, have a couple of kids, and then have him die on me? I felt a clammy, cold chill grip me and went in to take a hot shower. The next night while Jerry was working I realized I had to come to terms. Can you turn wine into water?" Emily asked Richard."Oh, shit," Sandra said, looking at the rental store across the road."What?" Look," she said. She pointed at the building."Ooh, I see tractors," Emily said. "Feeling at home, Sandra?"Richard noticed the problem. "Maybe one of the numbers fell off the store," he said quietly. He had a bad feeling it hadn't.The number on the building was 1215. The three of them turned to the feed store. 1220 East Highland Road."But..." Emily said, at a loss for. "get in the house you dirty little slut you stink I can see your going tobe some trouble, I always know the ones who are going to be trouble as soonas I see them" she chucked my case at me and dragged me into the houseby my arm, I could see my fathers car fad away into the distance. I was hustled into this small room were here was a shower my case was takenfrom me by another member of the staff and I was roughly pushed forward andthen striped by this women and shoved under the freezing cold.