He smacked her ass, hard enough to leave a red,angry handprint.He exited her and repantsed himself. "You don't know everything. Maybeyou should get so...ething pierced, or whatever it is you kids do." Theway he emphasized 'kids' sounded as if 'meddling' should have been outfront."Just remember," Agee continued. "I'm the teacher."Suddenly, Faye calling herself 'The Professor' seemed less amusing.Bobbie was glad it was over, sort of. Part of her liked being aplaything. But when he'd called out. When she was tired, she stood over the crying body of Melissa and began to pee on her face. “I am letting Mike know he needs to get rid of your ass, you are a worthless piece of shit” Once she finished peeing, she put her foot back on Melissa’s throat pushing hard enough Melissa started gasping for air. She lifted her foot to allow Melissa to catch her breath. Melissa was beginning to fear for her life and knew she needed to get away. But didn’t know how she would get away. Melissa quickly. But I think this is something I need to do by myself." I should probably help you up the stairs." She started to unbuckle her seat belt to get out of the car. But I put my hand on hers. She looked hurt and like she was about to burst into tears."Sharon, you've been so good to me. I need to put some closure on a chapter in my life. And the closing starts as soon as I walk into my apartment. There's a new chapter in my life about to begin, and I think you're going to be a part of it somehow. But. She saw a few of her coworkers in the police station lobbyas she was led to the interrogation room, so whatever this was hadsomething to do with her job.Jennifer worked as a server at the Bestemming Grand Hotel, which was inthe outskirts of Washington DC. It was one of the many overpricedopulent palaces in the area that catered to foreign dignitaries andscummy lobbyist groups. Last night there had been a banquet in theHeritage hall for the latter, a scummy lobbying group for sometraditional.