What else can you do?''I honestly don't know.''You shouldn't worry that much. What happens, happens. Nothing for you to go crying over.'Estelle looked...at him intently.'So you don't care at all what happens to those people?'Chuck was annoyed at how confrontational he felt like being.'Terrible things happening to loads of people, pretty much all the time.'Estelle shook her head.'They've told me not to hire you, you know.'Chuck shrugged.'Not surprised.''They said you wouldn't fit in.''I don't.''An. Please... forgive me?"Elizabeth held open her arms for a hug, but Ellen turned away."Are you kidding me?" Ellen blinked and tears started rolling down hereyes, ruining her makeup. "How can you expect me to forgive you aftersomething like that?"You could see the moment Elizabeth's heart broke. Her face darkened."Look, maybe," Ellen looked around. A small crowd had gathered. Ahandful of bouncers and two very drunk strippers. "maybe we'd bettertake this to your office." Good idea" Elizabeth said. Christina followed her close. There were four large coal-fired grills near the suspended girls. Rather than spit-roasted, the girls being cooked were just lying on metal grills. Two of the grills were occupied, both by girls of their own age. The first one was hardly moving at all. The brunette had been cooked for some time, and she was lying on her tummy, roasting tits and cunt now, and exposing her almost fully done back and rump. The other one, a small, Asian girl with big tits, was lying on. Little by little I started to recognize faces and places. It was my friend Olga's house. It was a big house in the suburbs, two levels and great rooms. I found myself in the middle of the table with my friend having dinner. Everyone had an idea that she and I were going out, but we were just friends, oddly enough I knew all her exes and I have been friends with them for the longest time.Olga is a late 30s friend, 5' 7" ok built , great butt and lovely smooth cafe con leche skin. Her face is.