She could barely move and in fact collapsed on the bed. I slapped the hell out of her shouting, "Get back up, you filthy slut. You're not going to get...off this easily. You're going to remember this night for as long as you live."I forced her to crawl on her hands and knees, all the way to the basement, where I tied her to the toilet. There, I left a rather large bowel movement, in the bowl to give her something nasty to smell. My final act of punishment was to piss on her, in her hair, on her. So I got up when I realized it was close to that time, and headed her off in the lobby. Matt! She said startled, I thought I- did you get my message? I did thats what I want to talk to you about, I grabbed her by her shoulders, but lets go somewhere that we can talk without risking being over heard. Like where? she asked. The third floor, I suggested. the Third floor of our church was a relatively unknown area to the majority of the members, it was essentially a storage room. And off to the. “Nice one!”The morons fell for it. And those were guys that saw me every day. A sense of relief flushed over Rock as he smiled, and nodded back before opening the car door for me. Test one passed, and I was a ‘nice one’.You would think it would’ve been an awkward car ride but not us. Rock and I pulled off jokes and capers our whole life and we were locked in. It was like two Navy Seals on a stealth mission. We game-planned and talked about his family. A military dad strict as can be, a hot. "Is anyone home?"He reached out and gently pushed the door open further. He stuck his head inside the house. "Hello? Ms. Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until his eyes grew used to the darkness and then closed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with.