" "Oh, no problem, Mrs. B" I didn't mention I'd already passed on an easy hundred, although this babe looked wordly enough to probably guess that. "I ...an't trade you sex for it, if that's what you were thinking." Jeez, all these stacked foxes all think every guy is trying to get into their pants, and of course theyr'e right. But she backpedalled a little when I denied it. "Youv'e always given me good tips, Mrs. B. I figured I owed you something. Plus I know the manager would have wanted me to. "You can, right?"I nodded and stood up."Go where?" I asked, already fishing out my cell phone so I could call Eddie and tell him that I was with Seth, but wouldn't be at Seth's house."Park?" Seth asked. I thought about that for a minute. I guess there were plenty of places in the park where we could be alone. It was too light outside to park his truck somewhere, anyway, and I... I just wasn't thinking with my big head at the moment."Okay," I agreed. He smiled and picked up his sister."I wanna. I knew he understood me, and wouldn’t blame me or shame me if I tortured and beat that kiddie fiddler to death.He grinned at me and reached his fist towards me. “Vigilante, mothafucka.”Bumping my fist against his, I said “Damn fuckin’ straight, brother.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I spent the better part of the week leading up to Logan’s arrival either in the yard lifting weights or in the gym working the punching bags, channeling my rage into every lift, every punch, everything I. Tracey was u*********s. When Tracey awoke, she was a first disoriented. She realized she was now in her car and on the side of a dirt road. She was wearing an old flannel shirt and her black skirt. Her nipples hurt, her cunt throbbed and her ass was on fire. She slowly unbuttoned the shirt and looked at her breasts. They were covered in bite marks and bruises. Her one inch nipples were purple with two bl**d clots on each side where the nails had been placed. Tracey reached under her.