I pulled on to the side of the road and looked around. There was nothing. I kicked my car a couple of times out of frustration, sat down on the side o... the road, pulled my legs close to my chest, and started crying. Jonathan found me the following morning. I was still on the side of the road, the tears had long dried. Not really caring if Jonathan was a homicidal maniac intent on rape and murder, I got in his car. Then, he was driving a dark blue Jag. Jonathan didn’t ask me any questions, not. “Wait a minute! Erin, you have to talk to me. You have been cheating on me!” James said.“You left me, you piece of shit. My son died! And you left me. I divorced you. I should shoot you myself.” Erin was getting angrier.“Nobody is going to shoot anybody.” I raised my voice to command level. “Now calm down. James give me your number and at worst, I will call you.” I said.“I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to my wife.” James insisted.“Well, it doesn’t look like that is going to happen,. Perhaps a bit of remorse was burning in the pit of his stomach.Angel stared down at her hands in her lap as she sat in the passenger seat. She didn’t want to look at the motel, knowing better than to believe it’s façade of being anything more than a brothel, and the inevitable doom that awaited Emily just inside the doors. Her stomach churned.“Take her inside,” Rich spoke quietly, still staring off into space.Emily and Angel both got out of the truck and Angel led the girl to the main building.. Running his hand through his wet black hair, he walked back over to her, enjoying the view of her vulnerable pussy and ass.“Evil?” he said leaning down to her ear. “That’s far too kind a word Kitty.”She screamed, shaking her head as he walked behind her, slapping her ass with his hand.“I hate you!” she cried out, her voice still hoarse from last night.“Don’t say that, you’re hurting my feelings,” he pouted, rubbing his large hands over her plump ass. Grabbing the meaty flesh of her asscheeks,.