When Thorpe pees in my mouth, I still spit it up and cough, revolted by the urine coursing down my throat, and then Thorpe has to take off his belt an... whack my buttocks and back as I kneel, cowering on the bathroom floor.To help me adjust to the taste of urine, Thorpe makes me drink a pitcher of urine a day, and this has desensitized me a bit, but after all, I come from one of South Carolina’s oldest families, the Coopers?it’s a bit much for me.Thorpe is quite impatient that I have not become. “I can’t hear you! Continue!”“She… she had in her… inside of her… some whip…”“A flogger, you stupid cunt!” he laughs. “You’d like that too? Or perhaps two of them? One inside, one working on you, eh?”The car sways on the road. My body is working on its own. I feel my muscles tense.“You didn’t answer. Would you like that?”I’m going to come.“Yes, yes, I would like it! I would like it, Sir!”City lights, paving blocks. My breath is ragged. Oh my God, I’m going to come.“Dirty whore.” A statement,. Stan continued to fire his rifle at the strange craft till he felt himself lifted into the air. He felt his body being carried toward the machine, then blacked out. “Stop shooting. You,ll hit Stan!” Levi shouted and their shooting ceased immediately. The bright light had now disappeared, the craft suddenly lifted silently and rose into the sky till it disappeared from sight completely. “What in God,s name was that?” Turk asked. “ I don,t know, but that,s what,s been taking our cows and now it,s. The few people left in the office turned their heads at the noise. Sandra grabbed Rachel by the arm and jerked her into the office and slammed the door. "Look from now on when you want me and my door is closed, you call me on the phone first, comprende?" Sandra growled. "Yes," said Rachel. Her lack of fear seemed to enrage Sandra. "Now look, I know your just a stupid Mexican, but if you can't understand my rules I'll get rid of you." threatened Sandra. "I'm not a stupid Mexican..." began.