“What are you doing, Benny?”“Someone has been harvesting the buds.”“I imagine every pot head within a mile of this place has been harvesting...buds.”“I don’t think so. This looks ... planned.” Benny said. He asked, “So what do you think of the house?”“Totaled inside. Not bad on the outside. Outside of a criminal garden, we could probably fix it up and make a good profit.”“And?”“It’s on the bottom of my list of places to remodel.”“I’m glad to see that we’re in agreement.”Cynthia went over to the. I’d come over here for information, and ended up giving more than I got, but what I had gotten was essential: A deeper understanding of WHY this woman must never be allowed near Vincenzo and Byroni!Ok, I mentioned before how there are three other women with whom I share my head. I also mentioned Chad, the only boyfriend I’d had before meeting Troy and Julie. Chad was what you get when the ‘roid freak high school quarterback jerks off onto a rolled-up copy of Maxim and fucks the bitchy prom. She tried to back further into the lockers to no avail. The handle of one locker poked into her back, but she barely noticed."I'm sorry, Kathy, I didn't mean..."Kathy sighed and shook her head, lifting her hand. "Yes, you did." But, Kathy... yes... yes, I did, but... what... what are you... uhhhn..."Kathy's hand alighted on the bare skin along Irene's left side, just above her waist. She traced her fingers slowly up to the top piece of Irene's cheerleading uniform. Irene shuddered, rattling the. Nancy wondered sometimes if her wishes would ever come true, if she would ever be able to have a real relationship, as Nancy was sexually molested by her stepfather as a very young girl. Although her stepfather had long since left, Nancy was still haunted by vivid memories and horrible dreams. Anytime a boy even tried to get close to her, she would recoil in fear and start to shake and sweat. She has never told anyone about the abuse. She seemed destined to suffer in silence.Nancy’s one.