He asked me to apologize to you for being such a twit when he met you. He was amazed that one person did as much as you did.”“It wasn’t one pers...n,” I corrected. “The others helped. I just kept their contributions under wraps in case it failed. That’s what I mean, Liz. This is how we do things. And you don’t like how we do things. It’s not going to work.”“I think it will,” Liz objected. “Jill said something to me after she got me calmed down and I explained to her what was going on. She said. The Last Chance Bar and ‘Grill’ was a service station, truck stop, café and motel combination. Lynn slid into a booth towards the back where it was mostly vacant. A few ‘truck’ drivers sat at the ‘bar’ and drank coffee and flirt with the petite young Native American waitress. She walked over towards Lynn with a pad in hand and a glass of water. The two truck drivers lightly whistled as they got the ‘wiggle’ while she was walking away strut, a big tip encouragement. The waitress set the glass of. I stumbled backward shocked by the ferocity of her assault. My feet were encumbered by the jeans that were now below my knees and I fell over backwards landing in an undignified heap on the floor. My heart sank as she stood over me, her long legs straddling me as she looked down."Don't ever try something like that again slut!" She hit me again then stepped away from me. "Now get up and do as I told you. Remember you are my little bitch, you will do as I say or suffer the consequences!"I. Before she just told me! “That would be nice, but maybe in a few more years.”We both now got into our small car, and we started to make hower way back to the run down motel we were now living at.When my father died his finances was so bad that the bank repossessed our lovely house. My mother was totally unaware that my father had taken a second mortgage out on the house to try and keep his small business afloat.Now we had lost my father our business and even our family car which was a nice new.