His voice echoed in the high ceilings and empty spaces of the deserted locker room. "Such a sweet, hardworking girl: Janelle. So sad to die so young. ...he could have been a world-class swimmer. Or at least gotten a scholarship in college and become anything she wanted. And she was a great team captain, helping the younger students and challenging the older ones. We will all miss her." He poured some shampoo into his hand and began working the suds into his sun-streaked blonde hair.Something. When she started screaming and jerking around more violently, I knew she had come to that realization as well. I walked back over to the sink, picked up the bucket of shit and piss and rotten milk, and started to tip it into the sink as she panicked harder and screamed louder. I turned my head hard over my shoulder, gave her a sadistic smile, and started to pour. I poured the entire bucket into the sink, and watched as the sickening brown slurry raced through the hose and into. It was shiny and looked polished, the term "apple head" came to mind and it was literally size of one.Quinton's shaft was veiny, giving it the appearance of being jaw droppingly hard. It just twitched a few inches up and down as Mark continued his visual inspection. Easily measuring over 10 inches, it could be as long as 11 or 12 to Mark's estimation. What was even more impressive was its thickness, being as round as one of the beer bottles that Quinton was drinking earlier.As Mark's hand rose. Next morning, when she asked him for the help he had promised all she got was pissed on from head to foot.She had tried to reason with Kate that she should go back on the same space ship, but was told that she would never be returned to Earth, and that she would be sold, naked, by auction. Karl had bought her and then another girl prisoner, Jacqui explained, whom he preferred, and so he had sold Jacqui to Martha. But before Karl brought her to Martha he "tried her out" which involved a.