All the clothes I had brought with me lay in a pile on the floor. Those were good only for mechanic's rags.I opened the cheap canvas suitcase. Inside ... found a six pack of panties, size 6/8. Close enough, I thought. Hell they should know my sizes they created me, but then I had to remember not many people there knew that. Most would be guessing sizes by photographs.The mustard yellow tee shirt was a size 8 which gave it a little drape. A size 6 would have been almost tight but at least would. The building was old, but all 4 units were newly renovated. Sara Jean would be the first tenant in her unit since the renovation. Kirk stepped past her, pulled out a key ring and unlocked the building's front door. He moved to the side, indicating Sara Jean should step in while he held the door, his whole posture saying he was oh so very gallant."Let me explain how this is going to work," he said as he led her upstairs. "All the units are leased. You'll have the the building to yourself for a. "I got you here; you don't whip me, you fucker!"Rose shoved Alda's head between her legs. "Suck, you bitch! You're just an assistant; don't act like a boss!"Alda twisted out of Rose's grasp again."Don't do it, Jack!" she screamed at the boy.Jack grinned a little, playing the rod through his fingers. "But your boss told me to do it." Don't listen to -- aaaghgh!" Alda screamed, as Rose grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face. "You bitch!"Rose slapped her again, hard and right across. He was having trouble breathing and he was coughing frequently, which hurt his chest. He knew he had a fever, some very sore ribs, and a bad cold. His back and ass were throbbing constantly and he was finding it difficult to collect any more firewood. He had burned all but the biggest pieces of the tree. Steve considered trying to find his way back to the road but had no idea what direction he had come from. It had been snowing hard that day and he had not been paying close attention to his.