Sometimes people with the best of intentions take justice into their own hands.Offered up for your approval, the life and times of one Elizabeth "Shor...cake" Dyer, a woman slight of stature, with an enormous intellect, who pursues retribution with a dogged determination that would make a bulldog proud. A deeply scarred woman who never wallowed in self-pity but channeled her rage to helping others. When she ran into brick walls in the pursuit of justice, she manufactured vengeance, for, after. So I went.I was watching the fish and daydreaming, I didn't hear my cousin Mikecalling me. Mike was a big kid, he was about two feet taller than I was,a year older than me, he worked out all the time and he was just stupid.I mean dumb as a rock.He came over to me and said, "Hey, girl, I've been calling you, don'tyou listen?"I said, "I'm sorry Mike, I didn't hear you."He said, "Oh, maybe you can hear this," Out of no where he pushed mehard to the ground.I turned on the way down and landed on my. It is a dark little hole-in-the-wall that costs $20 to get in with no liquor sold or brought in. We were the only guys in there but there were three girls working and they were fine. The club is total nudity and I was entranced by an eighteen year old chick displaying her young pussy and small nubile titties to us. She was not a good dancer and I could tell from the way she moved around on the stage that she was not completely comfortable with showing off her cunt and tits to horny old perverts. . Even if it isn’t one of mine. Everyone needs to see and hear what you are capable of. I have seen it and can hardly believe my own ears.”“Off the stage, Stephen, our class bell hasn’t rung yet.”He scampered off the stage and sat back down.We had the time and played “Dancing Through Life” then I showcased Jennifer again singing “Popular...”Whenever I see someoneless fortunate than I,And let’s face it, who isn’t –less fortunate than I?My tender heart tendsto start to bleed.And when someoneneeds.