"Why the fuck should I listen to you, you miserable cunt?" The words hurt, but Jenny was desperate to protect her step daughter."Please spare her. She...is so young. You know I can please you much more than her. I will cooperate with anything you want to do. You will get much more pleasure out of me. I will do anything." She sobbed. Jenny was just getting words out. She wasn't really aware of what she was saying; but he did hesitate.Claude picked up his knife; leaned over and cut the tape joining. He stormed out of the building as fast as he could. The subway was only a couple of blocks away but he made no effort to go there. He didn’t want to go home and he had no destination in mind. He walked around the city a solitary figure in a cruel world. He walked past a group of teenagers farting on passers by and laughing themselves silly. Izzy shook his head worrying about the future of the world. Is ignorance truly bliss or was it a passing phase? Izzy saw a large group of people gathered. It's been this way ever since you finished college - the wandering, the low-end jobs to keep you situated (before you inevitably get fired), the occasional flings with women that never really work out. You're a modern 21st-century gypsy, and you pitch your tent wherever the car breaks down. The only person who keeps tabs on you is your uncle, and all he cares about is whether or not you can bum him some money "for the beers you fuckin' stole from me in high school". Somehow he's more of a bum. " I pleaded, and was rewarded with a punch in the ribs from Mike."Mistress Kelly, Pussy!" shouted Mike, as I crumpled to the floor. "Now go and apologise for saying her name wrong."I crawled over to Kelly who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, still in white basque and stockings, but now putting on red knee high boots, similar to my white ones."Kiss my feet Pussy boy," she snarled, "and thank me for sharing my lovely, big, strong, black man with you." Thanks..." I mumbled as I licked her.