..His got pregnant and then left him with the k** and ran off to become a pink haired go go dancer slut just like I said anyway it just so happened he...came over to my apartment one summer night and we were hanging out he was bitching about her and how she fucked him over and stuff and also complaining about his back hurting he pulled a muscle in the middle of his back so I offered to massage it for him we were both high on beer and he said okay so we went into my bedroom and I told him to get. I kept petting Glenda’s body, drawing ever nearer to her supposedly virgin orifice. The moisture was enough evidence of her arousal to make me understand that she was really doing this of her own free will – well, as much free will as a self-imposed slave girl has, I suppose. When my index finger circled her tiny clit, she bucked against my hand, panted, and screamed out another orgasm.As she came my hand was suddenly drenched with her juices. Glenda’s personal fragrance was evident, but not. “I know,” Sean said.Suzie watched her parents hoping that their attention would return to the movie. Her father was grumbling and looking over at the truck occasionally. When she noticed her mother reaching over to her father, she said, “Way to go Mom.”“What?” Sean asked unable to see what was happening. All he could see was Mr. Emery turning to look at Mrs. Emery. At least he wasn’t glaring at them anymore.“Mom is distracting Dad,” Suzie said.“How?” Sean asked with a frown. After observing. Emotions run deep, almost as deep as the primitive sense of smell. Kandi wasn't graphic when she described the mutilations she suffered as a terminal whore, as someone who was never to taste freedom again."I see," Hank said when Kandi had finished. Hank stared into Kandi's eyes from the screen for a long moment. "Kandi, you need to backtrack a bit in your memories. Go back to the day that you flushed your life down the toilet. Go back to the poker tournament. It will take time, so I want you to.