She was crying, and Donny felt like helping her, but then Roberta grabbed his arms and held him back. Just then, he heard her scream."Yes, I like that... Oh, Master, spank me some more! Hurt me again! I'm your sex slave, and I'll do whatever you say!"Donny was absolutely flabbergasted. Deanna was getting her butt struck by this ruthless pig, and she was not only taking it: she was loving it!"You see, Donny, Deanna is a sub, not a goddess! She doesn't want some fool pining for her and groveling. She'd always been a drinker, but her drinking had gotten worse and worse so that by the time I was in 8th grade she was barely able to function once she got home from work. She spent evenings with one or another of her creepy boyfriends, often leaving us alone to go party with her friends.She'd failed us as a mom, but we'd been lucky enough to live next door to a kind older couple who looked out for us. They'd made sure we weren't neglected, invited us over for dinner when they knew our mom. Slowly Alice got up off the floor and sat next to Sue.She moved over and leaned down until her face was just a few inches from Sue's and whispered throatily, "Sue, I love you," and leaned further until their lips touched."Hold it, Alice, let's go back up stairs."It took some doing, but eventually they made it by half carrying each other.When they got back to the bedroom, Sue told Alice, "You lie here and just let me look at you for a while."Alice complied and smiled up at the beautiful glowing. That's one of his pitchers, Dan Preston." Whoa!" Riordan said with unexpected emphasis. "Dan Preston!"Susan was a little taken aback. "You know Dan?" Not personally, no," Riordan said, "but that s.o.b. messed up the Mets' pennant drive a few years back, practically single-handed! He was for Atlanta in a late-season game we really, really needed. The Mets, I mean. The Mets had come down hard on Atlanta's starter in the early going, and the Braves brought Preston in with only one out in the third.