"Now if you want this assignment back you're going to have to do everything I say, you got it bitch" he said to me. I was so anxious about losing it I...agreed. I couldn't lose it or my parents would kill me for failing. "Now listen here bitch. I'm going to film you doing some shit and I don't want to hear you complain one little bit. As soon as I hear one little bit of complaining I'm going to rip this to shreds... you got it?" Yeah, fine" I said unwillingly. I knew that I was in for long night.. I heard the leader once again call on several of his members to hock up and spit into my ass to lubricate my hole, which was completely unnecessary, but felt so hot. After seconds, Wentz went from knocking on my anal opening to burying himself deep in my quivering butthole without warning. Wentz snarled, “Had plenty of bitch boys in the pen, but this bitch is real sweet!” Wentz smelled like he hadn’t showered since they released him from prison, and that could have been a month ago, or. That would not happen on my watch. The last people to leave were the managers. On a chilly, mid November evening in 1982, as I returned to tell the bosses all the employees were in their cars and out I was ready to clock out, the manager of Linens and fine China, Ms, Waldo approached me. "My car is in the shop, I was hoping you were going my direction and give me a lift home. It's really too far to walk and I would feel safe with you." The extent of our conversations prior to that point. Bill couldn't detect any difference in his wife, and yet he knew that she held a devastating secret that he would expose tonight. It was just a matter of when he would choose to talk to her. Finally, he decided he would do it after the children were in bed.A little after nine that evening, Bill walked into the living room where Marion was watching television."Marion, would you please turn the TV off. I need to talk to you."Marion looked at him with surprise and just a flicker of fear in her.