Occasionally they put their hands on my thighs while talking. They were still thinking about how to start. I suddenly stood up and said, “Hey, party...but no entertainment. I like you guys. I’m a professional dancer. I will dance for you.”They were cheering. I played ‘Baby Doll’ song on speaker and started dancing in a very slutty way. I kept on moving from one chair to another. They took shots and smoked while I danced. I would tease them by swinging my butts on their face and then dance for. He was badly broken up and moaning in pain. He had landed on his right side smashing his shoulder, hip and knee.I bent over him and whispered in his ear in my best Irish accent, "If you want to live, leave those people at Cutter's Way alone! They are protected and you are not. Beware!"The stupid man hissed through his teeth that what he did was his business, and for us to leave him to it. I stood and kicked the man in his injured shoulder and hip, several times, with my steel-toed boot. I was. I was glad I had undertaken the risk of going behind bars in making Maria my sexual slave. If I had to choose all over again, my choice would be the same every time. I challenged anyone who told me what I had done was wrong to experience the shiokness I had relieved and then tell me about morality. At the end of the day, it was the extreme muscle spasm you felt in your loins that determined who you really were. The events in the next few days were however about to change the status quo between. So anyway I'm bendingover Kermit and getting ready to make the first incision and my hairkept hanging down and getting in the way. "Too long, gotta get it cutsometime," I thought and just tucked it back behind my ears to keep itout of the way. Just as I picked up my scalpel, I felt something wetstrike my cheek. I put my hand up to my cheek and picked off a smallpiece of gooey frog tissue - really gross! I looked across the lab tableand saw Kevin smiling at me as he prepared to flick another.