No sign of Lauren, but I didn’t give up hope. “Sit,” Gretchen commanded dominantly. She pointed to the empty chair. I was struck off-guard by he... tone. Normally she was bitchy, but this tone was authoritative. I sat, waiting to find out what the hell this was all about. “Hello Loser, I was happy to hear that Lauren finally tossed you in the trash where you belong. She told us all about it, how you cried, and said you were nothing without her. I knew you were pathetic, but I had no idea how weak. She is really hot." I said, "You like her? Would you like to cuddle with her?" "Boy," he said, "I sure would."I told him, "Maybe you should ask her if she'd like to earn a hundred dollars." I wouldn't dare do that," he replied."You won't know unless you ask," I told him. "I think you might find it interesting." But what would you think of me, if I had sex with your wife?" It's up to her. It would be ok with me if she wanted to," I told him. "Besides, she likes having a few extra dollars. It. This was the day, he thought, but there was no reason not to have a bit of fun in the meanwhile. He clicked his tongue once, waited for her to go back to walking and clicked again for her to stop in a small clearing where a wooden bench had been thoughtfull installed by the management.The ponygirl knew what he had in mind and she was very happy about it. She stamped her boots in the grass and tossed her delicate head to let him know that she was anticipating a good old fucking, and that her. "Opposed to the idea, she tried to run and hide in the corner but I grabbed her by the arm and led her upstairs. She squirmed and kicked a bit but it was for her own good. It wasn't safe for a child to be left alone, especially in a basement like that with all those chemicals and glass beakers.We got to the top of the stairs and I saw there was a lock on the doorknob."Do your parents have the key?" I asked.She didn't answer; instead she glowered at me with hate in her eyes."Oh well, I'm sure.