“Hey, Mom!”Steven mouths the words ‘good luck’ as he leaves her with the two boys.Lisa took a second to think. She had no choice. “Hey guys....I really need your help upstairs. Okay?”Josh and Jorge looked at each other, shrugged, and followed Lisa up to the bedroom.Lisa had hoped she would think of some way to if not get out of it, at least present it in a way that didn’t make her appear like a complete whore. She had nothing. ‘Whore Lisa it is’, she thought.“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”. " Did this man assault me at McBride's orders?" Yes sir, he did." Did this man on the ground threaten to kill me?" Yes sir. Quite a stupid thing to do I think." Apparently this liar in a tux would like to call you to task for that comment. Perhaps he can put forward the idea that since you are not white you naturally lie." He would not do that to my face sir." I don't think anyone would call that to your face but you would be a liar behind your back. I will talk to our Queen as to see who can. Then the fun starts...Triple canopy isn't bad but moving through elephant grass is a bitch. Point takes all the skill and ESP you have and is draining as a marathon. You walk and your eyes never stop, you step in the footprints of the man in front and hope to hell he was lucky. Sleep becomes the dream and food a nightmare. Smell is more used than sight and hearing is God.Then the fun starts...You grow up in the racist sixties in the Deep South, you're raped by your stepfather and it's your. "You are such a good slave Charles!!" Ivy said.She patted Charles on his head while he was still crouched down. His thighs were aching. His jaw was tired. His tongue felt wobbly. He felt weight on his nipples because the chains attached to them were holding the tray up. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his life."Why the sad face Charles??" asked him.She fondled with his blond hair.He could smell alcohol coming from her mouth. All over where the girls were sat, were piles of bags of crisps.