The trash cans are next to the gate. We hear the lids hitting the ground. Suddenly garbage flies are everywhere, buzzing around us, reflecting the sun...ight off their golden backs, one lands on Deedee’s face and she shakes her head vigorously and I worry the men will know we’re there. The odors from the truck waft over us — sour, pungent, gut wrenching stink but sometimes a hint of something oddly sweet or vinegary laced within it — it swirls with the flies around us. We hold our breaths. . “You sure know how to make a guy’s cock stay hard, Mom.”“I know,” she replied. “Now, let’s have some breakfast. You gave me some workout last night, you know. I’m so hungry I could eat the asshole out of ... of... “ she paused and winked at him,” ... out of you and ten more like you.”He laughed as he followed her to the kitchen.They ate hot cakes and sausages. After eating, Mike ran his finger through some syrup and smeared it over his mother’s tit, then leaned down and licked it off.Lisa. When the distant screams began I thought nothing of them. Screams in that place were not even of notable awareness, similar to the damp stone and smelly rats, just a part of that hell. But then the silence began. A silence so long and terrible I wondered if I had in fact died and not know it had happened. Then the hunger in my belly began to build, telling me I was still alive. Now hunger was also nothing new. The guards would often let us go for days without food if they were of a mind, but. “Are you enjoying this?” a voice whispered in her ear. Daphne’s voice. Kayla moaned as Daphne leaned across her, her own bare breasts rubbing against her chest, to suck on the other nipple. The hand teasing her pussy picked up its game, plunging a finger inside her and rubbing its thumb across her clit. Kayla tipped her head back and whimpered. She didn’t know whether the deft fingers belonged to Melina or another stranger in the car, and that made it even more erotic. As her pleasure.