. .____________________________Carina, the daughter . . .Oh God I’m so tired. Why did I start this in the first place . . . but I’m more and more ...issed at that slut mother of mine, and that gives me strength. But I’m getting her, I can feel her weakening. I get her pinned face down and I’m straddling her. She’s just lying there panting, and she whimpers ?Carrie . . . ?I’m about to get my hands around her throat and put an end to this, but then someone throws some lengths of rope down beside us. “I was thinking that we’d be pulling into Appleton right about now,” he said.Roxie shrugged. She was waiting for Cal to say something about their festivities earlier that afternoon, but he didn’t. She watched him rise out of the bed, naked. He didn’t try to cover himself, but she couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. She observed that she was only clad in a bath towel—a situation that could change at any moment.She stepped forward as he was passing by on the way to the bathroom and gave him. I got my scissors out my school bag and hopped into the shower. I trimmed my hairs as short as possible and once done showering looking in the mirror again I much preferred the way it looked and felt. Soon it was Monday and Dylan and I met in our quiet spot at school. We kissed and chatted as we normally did. It was a busy week and the days flew by. Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and I had discussed with my family that I was meeting with my friends for movies. I obviously met up. She loosened her tie a bit, and smoothed her boyish blonde hair, relishing in each deliberately slow movement, torturing from a distance. 

She walked to her desk and leaned back in her reclining chair, crossing her leg over her knee. She reached into a drawer, and pulled out a box of Cuban cigars. She took her time smelling the aroma that wafted from the box, and then slowly withdrew one cigar, and placed it between her lips. She slid the box closed, and placed it gently into the dresser..