. it’s really too bad that all of your so-called beauty is superficial. Otherwise, you would not be wasting away. My Master has a gloriously beautif...l mind and soul. Something you would never dream of recognizing in your pettiness.”“HA! That goat fornicator was only good for making weapons of war for his betters. His Ugly Broken features were never worthy of me or any GOD.”“If you think that, then why still refer to Him as Husband, you have no say nor call to do so. Since you whored yourself. These are Saturday night shoes. For some reason I had chosen to wear a pair which fasten around the ankle, impossible to just kick off, and the ankle straps pulled a little tighter than really needed. And then a short satin mini-skirt reaching down to just above the knees, not so indecent really and concealing whatever I chose to wear underneath. My top was flouncy and loose fitting, white and low cut, framing a simple gold chain around my neck dangling down and nestling in my cleavage. I had. When I'd phoned Brodine I'd told him that I'd got wind of an attempt in the hospital by somebody to get at Susan there, and added that I'd had an "incident" in the parking lot with maybe the same person when I was on my way out. I left it there, and there was a long pause on the other end of the connection. "Uh," he'd finally grunted in a displeased tone. Another pause. "Well, I suppose you'd better come in," he said, still unhappily. He told me where to go and I went, still keeping a weather. Minutes passed so quickly and before long, I heard a knock at my door. “It’s time to get up princess,” I heard my stepdad call. “I’m coming,” I replied instantly as I swivelled my legs out of bed. I slowly guided my feet into my slippers and reached for my robe as I walked to the door. I could hear his breath from behind it as I slowly twisted the knob. “There’s the birthday girl,” he laughed as I opened the door. Even at eighteen, he still treated me like I was a kid. Then again I understood.