For a moment I feel tears well up in my eyes, but then the emotion is washed away by another one, a stronger one: Anger. Flaming hot anger at the bitc... who does all that to me.I might go down, but I won't go down crying. Instead I shout: "Hey, gorgeous, how about some music so I can fuck myself with a good rhythm. 'Let's get fucked' up by The Cramps would fit perfectly." It's not funny at all, yet I laugh out loud as I slowly let myself down on the cone, feeling it stretch and fill my pussy. "Now get your ugly, useless ass downstairs, boy! - Unless you want somemore!"Weeping, Yvette made herself move and though each step was agony shemade it down the stairs."I'm expected to eat this?" she asked in horror looking at the moldybread.For this her new face got slapped."Just for that we take away the prunes!" said the hag."This has got to be a fevered dream," she said, moving toward the busstop. Each step made her want to scream. "I can't be my own fuckingcharacter in a fucking soap. I found things getting changed and I found getting command over situations. I found a kind of happiness in her face whenever she used to talk to me.She works in the morning and evening. After sunset as it gets dark she returns to home. That’s really a great time to talk to her. I used to talk to her and that became my routine.After a week it was ending of summer and summer holidays. Sunny hot evenings changed to cloudy evenings. One day suddenly I got surprise from her. She asked me to come to. "I did feel bad for her and Tom. They were victims in this and didn'tdeserve to get fired. In my case, that was more questionable, but theysurely didn't. On the other hand, in spite of it all, I kind of likedSteve. He was just scared that weird shit would interfere with hisbusiness or affect him. Finally, I decided to capitulate."OK, I'll try to make him fat," I finally said. For the first timesince she was fired, Sandy seemed happy. She even chuckled a littlebit. I wasn't really sure.