'I hu... hu... hu... know." Carla sobbed.After a few minutes the crying stopped."Lisa?". Carla said."Yes?"."Am I going to be your slave forever?"."You...will be my slave for as long as you need." Lisa kissed Carla's forehead and continued "But that's not important. What is important is that you are my friend and you will be as long as I live. And there is nothing you can do to change that." Lisa?" Carla said a few minutes later."Hmmmm?"."Sometimes I get scared." About what?".About people. I looked down from her worried eyes to her breast, and then at her flat V front. I was enjoying tormenting her this way. She had given me sleepless night. What I said next was absolutly horrible I wonder many times how I said that. On the hindsight I the forever saleman saw one oppurtunity here and launched at it. I kept looking at her perfect V and said “Look you want to keep you brief, then you have to takeoff those brief for me” She said in disbelief “You want me to take off my briefs, how. Just in case my hands, can’t deliver. But even with an actual ‘weapon’, Sage found that she missed her guns, the way a mother would miss her children on their first day of school. A familiar sound of metal falling harshly into a sink jarred Sage’s nerves. She gripped the pawn tightly as she approached the end of the hallway. She tried her best not to go into a worst case scenario, as her heart beat the hell out of her ribcage. Count backwards from 5 and go, she told herself. 5…shit 4… 3…just. .. oh my. They were indignant.Wendy is not caring for the kittens alone. No. Annabelle Carson, sweet sixteen, the driver of the car that seems to be responsible for the disappearance of Pye, has become a permanent fixture. An attractive nuisance is what she is. Very attractive. Boy magnet. MALE magnet.When Pye became whatever flatcats become, Annabelle was fleeing an abusive home situation. Stepdad. It's complicated.Okay, I'll tell it.They started out like most families; brass spoons. Not the.