Not because I was afraidof Patrick or Mike or Little Josh. I was. People just had other plansfor me. And by "people," I mean the people of our home...state, as wellas Mrs. Komori.The first Tuesday in October, while I was still pondering the infinitemysteries of my newly awakened female reproductive cycle, Mrs. Komoritook a half day off work and came and got me out of class. I knew itwas coming because we'd been duly informed a while back, and so I spentall morning with a stomach ache. A. “You’d give up others to save your miserable life after a single touch of the cattle prod? What a cunt!” The man finally spoke with a sneer.He too had an accent although Jill had never heard a South African speak before, so she had no idea where he might be from. Nor did she care.“So I’m a cunt. What do you care? I don’t want to die! Let me live, okay? Fuck me or something if you want. I’ve been told I’m a really good fuck. Just tell me you’ll consider it, okay? Look. I know I’m nothing special. "Well, it was great," she said, shaking her head. "Wish I had a source like that. So how's the follow-up going?" Um, not so good," I said. "That Simpson asshole produced a set of those computer-imaged cancelled checks from the Governor's personal account on Friday. Reimbursing Amalgamated Coal for the use of its plane over the last four years. I spent the whole weekend studying them. I got shit. Leaving me with a story that the Governor's got friends in the coal industry. Big whoop." Wow,". Yes, Yes Iremember." Can I help you up? I'm dying for you to see yourself. I'm so proud ofthe work the doctors and I did."Rising up from the bed things felt weird. I could feel pads in my buttlike I was sitting on a cushion. I definately noticed my breasts Theywhere huge as they pressed on the gown I was wearing. My hair cascadedover my shoulders and I noticed that it had been straightened."You must put these high heeled slippers on Angel are you will fallflat on your face," he cautioned."Who.