You come to ol’ George with tucker an’ long necks an’ you want sumpin’ back. Tell me.”Zeke took a deep breath. “OK. Jos got asked about do...n’ a job. North an’ east o’ here. He asked me.”“Job?”“Gettin’ rid of some rock.”“Aha!” George took a third wrapped burger and looked at the slab. Jos handed him another longneck. “A bank job?”“No.”“Anyone gettin’ kilt?”“I sure hope not,” Jos said.“In the Territory?”“No. I think it’s here in the West.”“Tucker an’ two slabs?”“I thought you’d found some pails. I will fuck that fine ass of yours and you will keep quiet…”There was nothing I could do. Sobbing, I nodded once, knowing that this man now knew where I lived.He made me bend completely over the car’s hood.Then I felt him lifting my tight black skirt. I was now helpless…I heard him fumbling with his belt, dropping his trousers.I saw him pick up the knife and soon my tiny thong was cut.Struggling was useless; so I braced myself, waiting for the worst.Rough fingers started probing my pussy lips.. "No, I mean yes, well no not a lot of the time. They are always on me to find a woman, as if. They are all cold hearted, vindictive bitches. I am a hell of a lot happier being alone!" Thomas spit at the older man."Hmmm ok, I see, and you Miss Violet? Do you also want to leave to go home?" Nick asked a smile lighting up his face and the room.Violet had clamped her mouth shut but the old man's smile did something to her. "No, not really. Why would I want to go home to a drunk of a mother? I was. A sharp sting hits the back of my skull, almost as one would expect a stapler to feel.Some more lotion is applied to my now bald scalp before something resembling a black and white rubber swimming cap is pulled tightly over my face. It has a mouth hole, a slightly moulded nose with 2 nostril holes and an opening for each eye. It is so tight over my head as i hear a zipper fastening, followed by a soft metallic click of a padlock. Soft touches are made along my spine, over where the zipper is,.