"Who the fuck are you, ya filthy whore?" Dalton said coming at me.I stopped screaming long enough to try to talk but I merely stammered."I asked you a...fucking question ya twat," Dalton said grabbing my upperarm through the fabric of my shirt. His massive hand wrapped entirelyaround my upper arm and he threw me across the room with ease.I stumbled to keep my balance as I was hurled across the room. I noticedthe guns of my henchmen were still trained on me as I careened around.I got my footing. Anyways I am sitting at the bar waiting for Janet and in comes Amber and 2 other teachers. We exchange pleasantries and she tells me how good my son is blah blah blah. I then tell her " I would offer you my chair but I am waiting for a female friend, plus you are here with your girls", and she surprised me by saying remember I am probably too young for you. I smiled and said good job with my boy TTYL. My friend came and of all things this bitch wanted to talk to me about the problems in her. Sunday morning we met each other on bus station and I told him I am in gym outfit and I need to place money on my account. After I had done it, we decided to take bus line which is going outside of city.Slowly, station by station, bus was emptier and emptier and few stations before, there was just couple of people, most of them sleeping and resting from partying last night.We were standing in bus and I was surprised by his touch on my body “Sandra, you are so hot and I want to fuck you right. Sydney was calm, cool and collected at all times, always a lady and more conservative than not. Very much the opposite, Paige was wild, free and very uninhibited. She was comfortable in her own skin and armed with a ready to take on anything, at any time attitude. How they ended up being the best of friends, no one knew but it had worked for several years now. A brief telephone conversation confirmed local help to remove the snow from the sidewalk. It was worse than Sydney predicted. The sons.