Finally, I became tired of her digs and innuendos. I told her to lose the weight and the bad attitude. Then, maybe she would find a good man like I ha...e found. She didn't like that and cussed at Tom and I both. Their dad heard it and stepped in. By then, I had asked Tom to take me home."Mister Andrews apologized for his daughter who was still shouting at me. I told him that, if she were present, I would not be in the future. When we got to the car, Tom asked if I were serious and I said that I. Hurt the slut!...Oh GOD!...Do everything to me, you wonderful boys!...Doit ALL!" Cumbag hissed."Who else wants a crack at the stupid slut's tits?...Shit!...I'm getting fuckingtired! Ha, ha, ha....You know cunt...I did make your tits look sexy...you stupidtorture-slut!" the boy whipping her tits laughed.Two boys with a rope stepped up to her tits. Cumbag groaned as they grabbed heraching tits and smashed them in their hands. The boys just laughed at her andspit in her face when it looked as if. "Does that include the Mayfairs?" Dad asked curtly."NO, after Marguerite perished, Mary Beth took control of the entire clan, which she nearly had before that, and they have all fled to one of the Caribbean Islands leaving their property and other possessions to be sold by the non-family members of their law firm and financial empire. They are no longer associated with us," Oneida assured us."And what do you expect us to do for you?" Dad asked pointedly."Tell us how to stop those people. We are. Look at me," I hoarsed at her. She raised her eyes without raising her head. She opened her mouth slightly, and the stress was becoming obvious. "Master Hirsch has every right to know what you've been doing today, doesn't he." She hesitantly nodded. "If he wants to watch you defecate on the governor's lawn, you will hold your need until he happens to pass. If he wants to read about in the newspapers, you will do it until the reporters cover it. You. Owe. Him. Everything. So what little he asks.