Is that OK withyou?...You don't mind I use your daughter for a cumbag, do you?" Mrs. Hammerscreamed at the back of Pig-Cunt's head.She yanked on The M...mmy-slut's hair, pulling her head backwards so Mrs. Hammercould spit on her forehead. With a shove she released Pig-Cunt. When Pig-Cunt'shead snapped back into a natural position, she came as she felt the spit trickledown her forehead, into her eyes. Her mouth twisted into a wicked grin as shewatched as the wide-eyed little Lucy swallowed. ? She then turned and pulled the lid off of thesilver bowl.? The inside was filled withshaving cream, reduced to a steaming mass of white gooby the heat, and it was now beginning to boil over!? The Commandant put her finger in the mixtureand it was indeed hot to the touch, as indicated by her pulling her finger awayquickly.? She smiled in delight.?? Nikki however gulped hard, she had neverbeen so scared in her life. The Commandant then removed the lid from the other bowl onthe cart.? A puff of. Her brother, reaching down to open the box on the table, simply nodded his head in agreement.As foul as the stench of Wolf Creek was, it was a familiar one. Stepping out of the bank, it stirred up memories and feelings Tory would just as soon left buried, along with his mother and older sister. Thankfully, they would not be staying in the village for long. Tory glanced down at his sister and warmly squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.Their "damsel"—one Daphne Schreiber, age 16—lived several. I had a few days on the firing range and a quick refresher course which was organised really to make sure I was up to it all and finally I was ready to go. Monday. ‘The threats against Lauren have been coming thick and fast. Are you sure you’re fit to get back to work?’ Carl, my boss, was a lovely man. He always cared for us and I could see the concern in his eyes. ‘I’m fine, really.’ ‘Okay. If you have any doubts, any time, then tell me and we’ll sort it.’ I nodded. ‘The Police are looking.