"Some lunatic comes at you with a knife—" Trina," I said humorlessly."—And tries to kill you," Brandon said. "Do you kill him? No, not necessarily... I mean, you could, but you don't have to. You just have to make it clear to him—her—that it's not going to be worth the trouble of hurting you." And how do I do that," I asked."Generally by hurting them more," Brandon said bluntly. "To the point where they stop and think and say, Why am I even bothering? This isn't worth the effort. And then they go. More than enough time to give him his present, Phoebe thought. This time he was in the shower and she walked in. “Wanna clean my asshole before you fuck it?” she asked nonchalantly. Billy almost slipped and fell. “You’re k**ding, right?” he gulped. “No, I’m giving you your present” she said with a smile. She turned around and bent over and spread her ass cheeks. Billy lathered up her whole ass and started to finger her asshole with his middle finger. “Get it nice and clean baby,” she said. Then. Not that it’s really a challenge, I guess. So who’d you have in mind, exactly?’ Arthur cleared his throat again, and mumbled something. He had to repeat himself twice before Shane finally heard him. ‘Whoa, damn, Arty, you got some fine-ass fuckin’ taste, son! You rep her?’ ‘It’s ‘Arthur,’ and yes, I ‘rep’ her. So… are you saying you’ll try?’ ‘Try? Hell, I tell you what. This is gonna be baller, man – for this, I’ll let you do it for free.’ ‘For… free? There’s gotta be a catch. I wouldn’t feel. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I replied firmly in between slaps. I could tell Joe was really upset and knew it when he forced me back up and led me down to the basement, still by my hair. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming. He tied my hands together and to the one leg of the chair and then tied my legs apart to the back legs.