Due to my wealth, I can even find out if a boy was a juvenile offender. Don't ask me how. If I told you, I'd have to sell you overseas. We accept all ...aces and orientations, but I only make use of straight white guys. People of color suffer enough abuse, without having to deal with me.However, I have found that the gay boys, and those of color can be useful in breaking and training my bitches. So everyone serves a purpose. And everyone (who isn't one of my targets) enjoys living in my. Here you go honey. She handed it to him, shook his hand and got back in the suv. Andrea shook his hand. Remember Daniel the card. She smiled and got back in the suv and drove off. Daniel went to the park and ate his lunch. The card In his hand he stared at. A friend of his walks by , yo Dan what’s up. He sits down and they started talking. Is the Miss Davina cars? Yeah they bought me lunch. Yeah they approach me before but fuck that!Why you say that?Cause man, nobody ever sees those people. Fir hum ghar aa gaye ghar aa ke usne apne puraane kapde pehan liye aur wo ghar chali gayi .10 din ke baad ek din wo mere paas bhaagi bhaagi aayi aur boli sahab meri maa bhut bimar hai sayad hospital jana pade mai use bitha ke uske ghar gaya fir uski maa ko le ke hospital pauchaya but wo jaate hi mar gayi aarti bhut ro rahi thi maine use samhala fir agle din uska antim sanskaar karaya .Ab aarti akele ho gayi thi wo jab saam ko mere ghar aayi to bhut ro rahi thi maine aarti ko bola tum apna saman. Somebody had shot me."Fuck me," I muttered, feeling the burning intensify. I looked frantically around the truck, searching for the gunman, but saw nothing but hills and dirt and pine trees and snow. Who the hell had shot me? Why had they done it? What had I ever done to deserve this?My survival instinct kicked in, bringing up two points at once. First of all, whomever had done this was probably still around somewhere. I needed to get the hell out of here, quickly. Second, I'd been shot in the.