I have traded for salt there many times and admired its women. Bathed, anointed with olive oil, then fresh fruit and lamb is offered to me as I wait....The food seems to have lost its taste. I am consumed with thoughts of this woman that is like a tiger. She took the life of two of my advanced guard before she could be subdued. Even shackled she is a handful. She reminds me of the jaguars that I kept long ago, strong yet graceful but ever deadly. Finally, I see her being led in wearing fine. Standing in the kitchen of our large home, Mommie explained, "Your fatherwas a cruel, controlling bastard. He abused and deprived my poor Gretchenwhile giving you everything you wanted." How can you say those horrible things?" I asked, not really surprised,because it had been obvious to me for years that Mommie was a psychopath. My poor father had fallen for this horrible but beautiful woman who hadbecome his personal assistant not long before the suspicious death of mymother in a one-car auto. It was understood that Rebecca would baby-sit, it was as natural as rainwater. The very first time Rebecca babysat, it was up to me to take her home. My wife and I had driven into the next town for dinner and a movie. The red wine in combination with the flickering screen had given her a headache, spoiling my amorous plans for the evening. I waited in the driveway for Rebecca to come out of our house for the ride home. I was shocked when I saw her silhouette in the headlights. She had. "She's fuckin' good" the first man said as he jerked his cock. I then heard dad say, "She loves being a cock whore". With that the second man grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me off his cock and slapped my face hard, each blow forcing my head sideways. "You a fuckin' cock whore?" he asked me. I looked up at him, tears starting to run down my cheeks, "Yes, I'm a fuckin' cock whore" I answered back. "I love sucking on fuckin' cocks" I added, "Getting fucked by hard cocks". I knew dad would.