Her green cat likeeyes were almost hypnotic. In her hand was a photograph of a beautifulteenager, she asked if I knew this girl.-I've always enjoyed b...ing cocky, and having fun at another's expense, so Iinvited the woman in for a cup of coffee. She sat down and told me the girlwas her daughter, and she was concerned about her. I looked at her as if Iwas concerned, as I gave her a cup of coffee, laced with Rohypnol, the samedrug I had put in her daughter's snow cone at the Harris County Fair. ” She let the terrible silence overtake her. A few tears formed and trickled down her blinking eye. “I’m sorry.”“H—how many?” Savannah’s voice quaked as she gripped the table edge for dear life. When she heard Maddi whisper the number ‘nine’ she gagged. “Oh dear lord!” she cried, staggering from the table. Thankfully for Savannah, the trash can was only a few feet away against the wall. After one last dry-heave, she coughed up her breakfast.Maddi stood and paced frantically. She grabbed two. “I ... Ms. Brendan, if I sign this, I agree to be paid for this like a prostitute. I mean, it was just my own husband...” She complained.“Who happened to be my employee. And didn’t you do it because I told you to? Would you have fucked him so often otherwise? I told you to fuck my employee merciless, fuck with him day and night, the whole weekend. And you did as requested. That makes you already a ‘prostitute’ if you think of it, whether you’re being paid for it or not.” Ms. Brendan looked. Bitching at the most inopportune times. I don’t know why I keep ‘er!’ Suddenly the mare decided to jerk and Wes pulled her reigns across her muzzle and pulled her head down to lay her over. ‘Hey! Hey now…’ He straddled her neck and sat on her, holding her there as she glared up at him with wide eyes, clouds of dust rising from her breath. ‘Now, missy… we’ve gotta reach an understandin’ here. Ya shape up… or I put ya back in the trailer and we go home. I know you love this work. Why ya balkin’.