”Are you glad you’re here, sissy?””Sir, yes Sir.””Are you nervous?””Sir, yes Sir.””But you’re ready to be my maid.””Sir, yes...Sir.””Say it,” he said, now warmed up. “All of it.”The sissy, while reeling from the humiliation, aware of the chill of the air conditioning against his skin, was nevertheless falling into the rhythm of the questioning. He spoke up a bit, his voice echoing in the foyer.”Sir, I’m ready to be your maid, sir””Say it again.””Sir, I’m ready to be your maid, sir””Ask me for. .9:30. I'd been outfor more than 6 hours. I grabbed the phone and answered, "Yeah."It was Eric. Last time we spoke, I'd resolved to kick his ass forstealing my girlfriend. Little did he know I'd stolen her back thisafternoon."Ian, man, I'm sorry for all the bad shit that's come down between us."It was noisy in the background, and I knew he was probably at one of twoplaces we usually hung out at."Yeah, me too." I lied."You okay? Your voice sounds weird. Could just be the noise. Expecting something to do withhomework. Imagine her shock, as she touched the mouse,on seeing a picture of a nude woman. Her first reactionwas of disbelief. But as she moved back and forththrough various screens, she realized she was in a groupsite where members posted and shared pictures andstories of naked women. She soon got to a page with a list of messages. As sheglanced down it, she was stunned to see that the titleof one of the messages was “Ann La Chinoise”. Ann openedthe. And he died slow enough so it was fun for me. Once I had it tight enough so he couldn't breathe I twisted it around his neck once more then wrapped it around the head rest so I could free me hands. I punch him in the face a bunch of times. My gloves were studded. I wanted to bruise him and mess him up real bad some before he died. They can tell if a beating occurs before or after death. I wanted the cops to think my plumber had been lured to this desolate place for a garden variety robbery. Or.