I called the agent and asked about Nancy and he gave me an address. The GPS in the Caddy led me to a trailer park in the outskirts of Tucson. The tumb...e weeds were stacked up on the fence and a hot wind blew dust at me as I got out of the Caddy at a ratty looking singlewide trailer. When I knocked on the door a fat slut opened it, said, ‘We don’t want any,’ and slammed the door in my face. I knocked again, the slut opened the door and before she could say anything I asked, ‘Does Nancy Clark. And then, she didn't recall how, they were dragged along, their knees bleeding from when they staggered and fell, just as did their orifices from their punishment, away from the smoking ruins of the bombed factory for how long Sharon didn't know. But each step was an agony. Each stumble, and its attendant kicks and blows from the soldiers, another even greater agony. She could barely see where they were: the tears in her eyes clouded everything despite the bright sun. She repeated Tracey's name. " Neither of her parents looked up. Her father, however, like a talking potato, said at the blue glare: "Don't you go and start doing you know what..."Of course she knew "what," but nothing her father was saying could possibly stop her. He didn't know, and perhaps that was part of his problem, that the sex drive was far stronger than any reprimand he could possibly inflict on his daughter's young consciousness. She left the room silently, supposedly obediently, and then she rushed out the back. We like to play. I'm surprised Beatrice hasn't explained this to you before you were hired?" "I promise you Kerry, this was never bought to my attention." "So you object?" he asks with a look of disappointment in his eyes. "No." I hesitantly respond, "But I would like to know what you are talking about." "I'll show you." Without a further word from him, Kerry lifts me onto the table. My waitress uniform was a short dress, so as my ass hit the table, I could feel how high my dress went up from.