When I finished and stood there in justmy boxers she slapped me again and told me to get them off and put themin the trunk too. Debbie then took a sma...l padlock and locked the trunkshut."OK bitch, time to get to work. Chaz will be here in just one hour andhe doesn't want to see you like this. He wants to see his sissy bitch soit's my job to get you ready, so, follow me." Debbie led me down thehall to a spare bedroom. Several items of clothing were laid out on thebed and there was a make-up. "That was impressive," Eleanor led off, "Did you two breathe at all for the thirty minutes your lips were locked together, there, in the driveway?" MOM!" Sally rolled her eyes, then grinned. "At LEAST three times..." Do I dare ask?" Eleanor lifted an eyebrow."What?" Sally's brow arched in return. She was damned if she was going to let Mom get away with THAT kind of thing..."How far did you get?"Sally's expression shifted to disbelief. "You're REALLY going to ask that? Do you want just. I was best in my class. Because I was raised like this, I thought me being a killer was a normal thing. The higher officers saw I was especially good. So they decided to train me on a whole another level. They taught me to kill without remorse. They turned me to a war machine. A machine with no conscience, no drawbacks. A machine made to follow orders, but mainly kill. Upon the dismissal of the USSR, I was left a man with no knowledge to do anything else other than kill. I lived in the slums of. Did it continue after I left? Was your other lover as good as I used to be? Was it worth throwing all of your parent’s plans away?”She started crying again, and I just walked around her and went in the back door as she was blocking the front door. She started ringing the doorbell and kept it up for about 5 minutes before she left. I did not hear from her for several days, but I got a surprising call from her mother asking me to reconsider. I explained what happened and that she should ask.