She had mousey brown hair, glasses and one of those faces that looked like she has a real difficult time cracking a smile. She was a fat woman, about ...75lbs. She had what looked to be 42DD tits. We walked into her living room. the placed smelled of a chain smoker. She had crap for furniture. A couch with no legs, an old futon and very old 13 inch color tv with 2 knobs to turn the channels and rabbit ears on top. She was 100% Welfare white trash in every way. She was a single mom on the. "I think I just want toast sweetie," she said. Her head ducked back down, her eyes watching the tiny screen, her thumbs moving rapidly. It was nearly a minute before she noticed that he was standing there casually, looking at her with a peculiar expression on his face."Did you hear me? I want toast."His eyebrows shot up a little higher. She looked at him for a second, uncomprehending what he was doing, before the light bulb in her head flashed on."Uh, please?" she asked sheepishly.His. The sharp chef's knife made the task easy, readily slicing through even the tougher tendon fibers in the neck. By the time she had reached the bone, Taryn's hands were covered in blood, the still-warm fluid released when she severed the major arteries in the dead girl's neck. Taryn gripped the slippery flesh and pulled open the cut. She worked the blade of the knife along the neck until she found a joint between the vertebrae and then used both hands to force the blade through the collection. He then put on my seat belt for me and pinned my arms back so I couldn't cover myself. I also noted the windows were not tinted. Then to make matter worse he turned an overhead reading light on so it coverrd me in light. Now everyone outside of the car could look in and see I was totally nude.Just before pulling away from the crub Jake reached over between my legs and made me spread them wide. He told me to leave them that way."See Liz I knew we would have fun together! But we're not through.