Collins. Chris went out of the room. ‘I am Sergeant Mark Young, Ms. Collins. This tape here will record all you say and I am going to get that writt...n down once I get back to the station, then I will request you to read and sign the statement. Ok?’ ‘Ok.’ ‘Firstly, what is your name?’ ‘Anna Collins.’ ‘Do you know the man who just went out of your room?’ ‘He introduced himself to me as Mr. Taylor.’ ‘Did you know him before? Does he have anything to do with the state you are in right now?’ ‘No, I. Calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have against her?Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be. His protests not believed, his other injuries healed, but his knee would prevent him from returning to the top of his game. Eighteen months later, that competitor had his own knee problems, no one could find the person who did it, and George had long been forgotten. Following two years of Therapy, he had nothing else going on in his life … he resigned himself to only chase girls instead of trophys. He did so with a competitive spirit, a zest for conquering, his game was seduction. Prudence on. I had to go to school two towns over because my grandpa said the school near home is too dangerous.So I would have to wake up Twice as early and ride my bike every morning Monday - Thursday Fridays -Sunday's no school. Every morning I see the same girls prostituting 5:30 in the morning. One day Before the sun was up an I was riding my bike to school, I saw a little girl who looked maybe 12 years old, she sared at me blankly as she was bent over a black mustang. She had about 16 inches of black.