He had to destroy everything I had. Now it was clear. He hadn't even attempted to get me off. I was the fall guy, and it was going to stay that way. T...o bad he was already dead. I would have relished the opportunity to do it myself."Did anyone ever tell you what really happened," I asked her.Her head drooped and her shoulders sagged. "Yes, Mr. Simard. Just last week. Mr. Taggart died, and they wanted to set the record straight. It was too late to help you, but at least I knew you weren't the. My name is Beth and I am a 32 year old white female 24/7 sex slave. I would love to tell you that I am tall, chesty, skinny, and drop dead gorgeous but that isn’t the way it is. I am about 5’8” I weigh about 180lbs and I have 34C tits. I know I am not a looker and I have known that for a long time. So I make up for that by being the best at what I do, service cock when I am told, where I am told, and how I am told. I do it very well.How does a girl get to this point? That is a long story. When. ," Camulus starts to say, but I don't stick around to hear what the rest of his sentence is, I am moving again. I need to continue on my way, Gwen might not survive her encounter with her trio of lovers. I swoop down and pick up the ugly kitchen knife along the way, the dead teen wont be needing it any more. Who knows I might need it, and now I have two weapons to use."Do you even know where you're going?" Camulus asks in a hushed voice."Yes." I whisper back. "I scouted out the area last night.. "What on Earth is wrong?"We went into the living room, where Alison sat on the sofa, tears starting to run down her cheeks. I handed her the box of tissues, and she took one gratefully. I sat down next to her, half turned towards her, and she took hold of my hand."Oh, Marie, it's Him. We had another row, and I walked out, but...", fresh sobbing cut off her words."Let me guess," I said, "You stormed out, but then realised you have nowhere to go that he doesn't know about?"She nodded, a sheepish.