"A puzzled look crossed her eyes; "Can they make me pay the back rent?"Brad chuckled. "No Amy, they can not hold you responsible for the debts of your...father. Come on a let's get this over with the police."The questioning by the police took only about and hour and a half. As Amy was not home when the beating of her mother took place, she could offer little information about the crime. When the issue of Amy's care came up, Brad said that she would be staying with him until something permanent. ‘Do you have big tits?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I said fearfully. Then he asked, ‘Are you in a hotel room with man you’ve known for just over an hour?’ ‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘Are you begging him to fuck you?’ he asked with a menacing smirk. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Why hadn’t I seen it before? It was so simple. For the first time in my life I felt completely free. It didn’t negate my career or my accomplishments. It didn’t make my MBA in marketing go away. It just meant that I was a. Every day, there was a hoard of goddesses who commuted from the Pyramid to the various temples around the Bay Area, most of which were former churches, mosques, or synagogues. Some traveled by bus and some by limo.One group took a specially designated BART subway train. Each day, the goddesses would select lucky onlookers out of the crown to come along for the ride.There was a small temple in the pyramid. And while it was used every day, its main purpose was for VIP meetings and. “Damn,” she fumed and struggled back to the car, setting her bags down in the back frustrated, fishing out her phone to call up a family member was her first thought. This would have been a great option had anyone answered. She left voice and text messages. “Shit,” she swore, frustrated, standing there in her casual blouse, skirt and heels in the driveway, looking every bit the suburban working mom. She stared up at the house from the driveway then decided to walk around the back of the house.