As I walk over to the door I see that she remembered to set a beer on the shelf. She knows I like a beer when I get home from work. I grab my beer an... walk in to the bath room; striping off my blood soaked closes. The long day of working on the cutting floor, has soaked me all the way to the bone. I step in to the shower the hot water feels so good. I wash my body and finish my beer. When I step out if the shower I look in to the mirror, my little Angel left a note for me in the Mirror,. Rather more than was at all sensible or wise. Still, he'd heard my toasts yesterday evening and knew, or thought he knew, where a few of the dots connected. Yeah, like him I'd had a very checkered past too, and done a thing or maybe two that I didn't think I could ever be forgiven for, but a wound you keep tearing open can never heal.I'd taken revenge on Tori's killer. That was good, but it wouldn't buy me absolution by any means, however it might tip just a little bit of the heavy weight off. “Better.” She swatted his cock and balls with a downward slap of her fingers, and he tensed and groaned. Miss Stevens cast the flogger to one side and went to rummage in her heavy black leather bag she had left hanging from a hook on the side of the barn. She turned with a smile dangling a red rubber ball gag from her fingertips and she approached the object of her attentions again. “Well,” she purred, “for what I have planned for you we had better silence you as best we can.” Miss Stevens. ” His voice was slow and measured. “So if I ask you something will you tell me the truth?” “Maybe,” he said carefully. “Do you think I’ll end up being a whore like my mother?” “You shouldn’t call her that,” he said flatly. “Why? It’s what she is, isn’t it?” “That’s one of those words a lot of people use just to hurt someone. It’s like any other kind of weapon. Be careful how you handle it.” She thought a moment. She looked out his window through the slats in the blinds where sapling-thighed.