“Thanks Joe”Pete leans in closer“I must say that it seems you are a very good influence on her, she seems genuinely happy for the first time in ... long time”Joe smiles“She is a great girl, she deserves it”Pete smiles back at Joe, Joe takes his change and turns to open the door for Maryse“Good bye uncle Pete”“’Bye uncle Pete”“Take care kids, see you again”They continue their walk, Maryse drinking her milkshake, she looks thoughtful and Joe just find that little frown on her face when she thinks. I headed out for the twenty two mile drive that took me a little over a half an hour and called like he told me to. He told me to go to a Wachovia Bank and go to the back where he’d be in a black Ford Ranger in the back corner. I arrived as instructed and saw the pickup and as I came close he flashed his lights and I parked next to him. When I got out of my car and heard him unlocking the truck. I went around to the passenger side and got in. My eyes bugged out of my head. He was twenty-four. I stood and pulled her up gripping her tits and feeling the heat in her nipples, the ruler caught my eye and it was used to slap her nipples then pinch them and slap them again. My other hand then sought out her pussy knowing how this made her wetter than ever and god she was, I could resist no longer and had to fuck her “bend!” was all I said and she knew what I meant, she did it straight away leaning over the desk, lifting her skirt like the good girl she was, I had to taste her and knelt to. They would rat you out in a heartbeat, because nobody wanted to deal with the shit that came down when someone fucked up." She paused. "Actually, Roscoe wasn't a bad sort, for a pimp ... The Armenian..." She shivered."Tell me a little," I instructed her. "I think I'm dealing with him by proxy." You didn't fight. You didn't argue. You didn't say no -- unless that was the proper answer. If you pissed him off, he would destroy you -- not just kill you -- and he made everyone else watch. New girls.