"Lift up the back of that skirt an’ show yer friends what a nice big ass yer Mom’s got." Oh No…Nooooo…" Jolene sobbed helplessly "Donny…Don�...�t…Don’t…" You heard me kid" Lem smirked "Give them friends of yourn a nice look-see up yer Mom’s skirt. If’n ah hafta do it ah’ll pull down her panties an’ spank her good." Mom…Mom…I…I’m sorry…" Donny said "I…I don’t want them to hurt you…I…I have to do it…I…I have to…" Ooooohhhh…Nooooo…Don’t...Don’t show them…Ooooohhhh…" Jolene sobbed as Donny grasped the. There was a surreal beauty to her face now, her cheeks puffed out over the bones beneath. Id tried to make fine cuts there to let out the blood swelling her face so I could still see into her eyes, but Im no doctor. All I had achieved were horizontal lines that oozed red down over the tape on her mouth. Bethanys sleeveless white sweater hung like a vest where Id cut it messily open from neck to hem with the dull knife from the grimy kitchen. Her blood stained it and it now dripped onto her. "I went on to tell her everything that gone on and I'll be damned if she didn't get mad at me too. She didn't say anything though, just stood up and glared at me and went out the door. At least she didn't slam it behind her. I sat back and ate a piece of the dry toast, pouring a cup of coffee to rinse it down with. My stomach was settled enough that it didn't seem to bother me, so I munched and sat back thinking about Kat and Myrna. I couldn't see where I was totally in the wrong like I was. ‘It will be fine’ Capital Shumeria A MAN WITH LONG BLACK hair and a royal-looking cloak with large metal shoulder pauldrons is standing in Clive Beckett’s office as Ash enters it the following day. ‘Excuse me sir,’ Ash says a little weary. ‘You wanted to see me?’ The man steps forward with a welcoming look on his face. ‘Oh, you must be Ash!’ ‘Ash,’ Clive says with a smile as he stands up from behind his large wooden desk, ‘this is Dolf Crowley, a representative from the Young Revolutionary.