If I’m ever going to get a fair shake I’m going to have to shake everyone to get it. Been lied to enough by Watkins that I don’t trust him and I...don’t believe that after this conversation you’ll bother to follow what happens to me so I have to make a statement and that happens now,” I state and watch Cummins settle in her seat. She’s thinking, I know she’s thinking about what she can do and if she’s smart she’ll give me something. If she’s really smart she’ll give me something out of the office. Well, Ed mused, Southern Tradition was fostering community, in a sense. A community of real Americans, not like the current occupants of the White House. Like anyone other than a white American should live there. It was a crime to watch that man and his family act as though they had a right to be in that building.Getting to that imposter in the White House was impossible, Ed knew that, unless someone wanted to try a suicide mission, but suicide missions were for fucking ragheads, not real. It’s eyes trying to adjust to the light as it stares back up at me, a look of distress on its face morphing into that pretty look of terror, I love, as it sees the soldering iron in my hand and leather belt dangling from the other hand.‘It’ is a pretty young thin thing with dark long hair and eyes that grow adorably huge I when I approach it with any sort of fun ‘tool’. Its tits are small, but so much fun to torment, to twist, pinch, and pierce. The screams it tries to make through its jaw. D didn't even flinch. "Yes, ma'am." He put away the camera. "I assume your body is fully functional as a female," he deadpanned.Carmen felt her cheeks reddening. "Like in, do I have periods? Yes," she answered, slightly embarrassed.C and D gathered their things. "We appreciate your time, ma'am," C said as they stepped toward the door. "Of course, we were never here."Carmen felt a stab of excitement, a thrill at being part of a conspiracy. "So is this where you flash something to make me.