"Just sit back and enjoy the fine repast you have before you and I'll tell you a story. You decide if it's worth the time when I'm done. Sound fair en...ugh?"Andrews nodded and the bag of snacks headed back toward his mouth."I met Ammon Abrams when he moved here with his family when we were in sixth grade. He was an only kid, kind of gawky, but it wasn't a terminal case. He was just too tall for his age, had these huge hands and feet. He was like a puppy trying to grow into his paws. He was. I went over and tried kissing her. She spit in my face. You fucking bitch I told her as I forced her to the table. I bent her over the table. She squirmed and I had to tie her legs spread on the table legs. I told her I was going to fuck her and I was going to fuck her good. She kept trying to stand up and I needed her bent over. I untied her arms and tied them to the other legs. She was tied to the table and nowhere to go.I went and got my belt. As hard as I could I slapped her ass. She. "Do you like that, baby? Hmmmm? Do you like it when mother fucks your asshole with her fingers while you fuck her wet cunt? Do you like the feeling of having your own nasty mom drilling her fingers into your tight butt?" I'm gonna cum if you keep it up." Mark responded."Don't hold back for me, baby. I'll fuck your ass real good with my fingers; just cum in your mother's cunt, baby. Empty your delicious balls up my fucking pussy. Shoot your sperm up my snatch, son."With her legs wrapped around. They spotted me in Vicky because my cop lights were on when I passed them, otherwise they might have missed me.At one point Pat-the-slime told Sara in passing that he had often raped “whores and bitches who fought.” But now after prison he was weaker (he had several broken parts) so in the future he would go after younger targets (more helpless) and keep them longer. Sara did not react. But from then on Sara wanted him dead. She was ready to kill him herself, but she was preggers and I did not.