At the sweater display I saw a young woman picking up the sweaters and tossing them to the side.I hurried over to the table. "May I help you, miss?She...looked up, and then continued her pillage of our sweaters."Are you looking for something in particular?" I asked again, not relishing the thought of putting all these back in order.She stopped, her hand grasping another sweater, and poised as though ready to continue at a moment's notice. She looked at me, and then at the sweaters."They're all. ’ ‘I haven’t…’ ‘You wouldn’t want to fib to me, would you Kevin? I rather look up to you as a role model.’ ‘You’re full of bullshit, Benni. Little wonder you’re the top performing salesman. When do I take delivery of car and golf bag?’ FOURTEEN Because the various wedding party clients booked into the salon had all gone through and to to experience their moments of delight as the groom and beautifully coiffured bride stood before the pastor, priest or Auntie Maud the celebrant, the hair salon. He again stuck his cock in my mouth and told me to suck hard on it, he took hold of my head and pushed it forward on to his shaft, (he was about 9 inches), I was nearly sick a few times but this only excited him even more. He slapped me and called me a dirty whore over and over. He then pulled me off the chair by my hair and threw me over the desk face down this time, he grabbed my skirt and pulled it up around my waist, he then slid his cock up my arse, ( god it hurt) and I screamed, so he. To be honest at the end of that day I was almost sick of sex, not quite but almost. On day 93 I got on the phone at 9AM to begin searching for Jethro Morris. Something had drawn him to the Rosedale area. I began with social services. The man with legal access to their computer ran a quick check for me. He found that sure enough his files had been transferred from the Florida Medicaid system to the Mississippi Medicaid system.He told me that Jethro Morris had a sister named Molly. Yes that’s.