Helen stared at the paused image of her oldest friends and former lovers holding hands as the young maid went to work on her slit. Of course they chec...ed into a hotel instead of coming to the castle. It’d hardly do to show up on her doorstep with revenge in mind. But even if they HAD come just as friends, they wouldn’t have ‘imposed.’ Heh, imposed… If they just thought like her (‘Mmm, yeah.’), if they understood what a gift the three of them shared, she’d have sent her jet to collect them, limo. Now it's all gone." You haven't even apologized," I said. I wanted to ignore his pain and focus on mine. Selfish bitch."For what? I didn't invade your privacy. Search your computer. I never peeked at you or tried to see down your blouse. I never touched you inappropriately. I never made rude comments to you. Exactly what am I supposed to apologize for?" For..." Shit. I really had no place to talk, did I? "For hiding on the other side of your bed instead of being over here where I can hug you. I'll send Mr.Smith over right away, if I hear he puts one foot out that door!" Mom replied after she had finally calmed down enough to talk.I sat there in my room,with a chair back jammed under the door knob, and fumed at what a Cunt Ginger is, and what a Hypocrite our mother was.Hell, "The Shop" is what we call where Mom works. It's really a run down storefront that's downtown and sells outdated dry goods all the while being a cover for the Outdated,Skanky Whores in their stalls out back. Mom. She could make out a light switch on the wall, so, she went for it.The apartment seemed less spooky with the lights on. It was his apartment, she could tell. All the weights and work out equipment. He had a lot of athletic gear. His apartment had an aroma of sweat. The smell began to arousal Brenda along with the idea of doing something like this. She has never entered a strange man's apartment before.Her heart raced as she crept through the apartment. Touching his things, imagining him being.