Kamal Qumsiyeh called for any man who wanted to buy the criminal to speak now.'Obviously, since he had offended the Emir, he isn't going to find any t...kers at any price, ' thought Princess Zubeydeh, 'Anyone buying him would also buy his entire property, goods, money, and women; the down side is that they would also have to accept responsibility for all his previous actions. In the event of a normal business bankruptcy, that is a purely financial risk, but in a case such as this... 'Then someone. . oh.. god.. I don't know what I mean... " I broke down, crying."Now, now, no need to be doin' that. You got a name, girl?" I nodded. It was strange, being called "girl" by a man who appeared to be almost 10 years younger than men. (T looked to be about my age.) "I'm uh.. I'm Becky." Okay, Becky, now, you stop that cryin' you hear? I never liked hearin' a bitch cry, 'cept maybe in the middle of a gang bang. Now, I heard a few bitches cry then, cummin' so hard they laugh and cry all at the same. So you are just going to stand there and lie about getting the shit fucked out of you today by a big black cock, there might be cum all over the back of the couch you fucking faggot, I seen the entire thing his cock was fucking huge and you loved it, you fucking liar, now I know where all your extra money goes, Maybe in another year or so you can buy yourself a boob job so you won't be as envious over mine. You should be able to afford surgery to get a vagina by the time you're 50 next year. I. I released the deadman lever, and put my hands on my hips as the engine sputtered to a stop."That's right, bitch!" I exulted in smug triumph. "On your fucking knees! It's time you did some fucking work around here for me."The tinkle of breaking glass was not normally a sound I associated with lawn care. I turned around very slowly, mortified that somebody might have heard me heaping transferred abuse onto a defenseless set of lawn machinery. Laura Stone was ten feet away, amid the small puddles.