When I got to the kitchen, Jessie and mom were eating. Conspicuous by her absence was Amy. Jessie’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “Hey, Mat...ie! Met the chick you’re fucking! Just left to run errands or some shit! She’s dumber than a bag of rocks!” she said excitedly, obviously imitating Amy. I couldn’t help but laugh. Mom chimed in. “Don’t talk like that, young lady! Matt, you need to go shopping. You can’t fit anything in your wardrobe. So I invited Amy to take you.” She said. Hell no.. Kerry saw Steve pull himself out of the pool and saw his trunks had slipped at the back showing his bum, Steve walked to where his clothes were picked up his towel and started to dry with out adjusting his trunks, Steve took his trunks right off and carried on drying, Kerry thought typical of the uncouth lower class not caring who was present when changing, Steve turned Kerry was surprised to see Steve’s naked body and his 6 inch fat hairy dick. Steve looked at Kerry said ” what you looking at”. “You are my slut and are here to do whatever I want you to do.” Without warning you grab my hair. “Stand up,” you command. I stand and you step back to look at me. It's strange, but I feel even more exposed standing there. My breasts heave with each breath. My nipples are erect and aching to be touched. My arms, still behind my head, long to come down, but I dare not do so until ordered. I am completely naked, other than the collar placed around my neck. You put your finger beneath my collar. ’ The bar girl offering me another brown bottle of San Miguel beer says, ‘I don’t do that. I only work…’ her childlike hand pats the bar, ‘to go to doctor school.’ Her hair hangs to the middle of her back and sparkles in the disco lights. The dawn breaks with the shocking discovery of a strange ‘wonderland’ crawling with violence. The rebel uprising of December, 1989, inflicts a dramatic change in just 6 hours. Tension strains the air as the bread truck, configured as a passenger transport,.