‘But, all shit down the toilet,’ she muttered. She’d call Phil to beg him to straighten that misunderstanding up, but he’d probably screw that... Roger wouldn’t believe him—and she wasn’t speaking to Phil anyway. She reached for her vendor list. Later that evening, as she was preparing for a double date with Phil, she finally got around to checking her voice mail. ‘Hi, Sharon. This is me, Kate Staley. Remember the Atlantic City trips? Well, I met a real cute guy here who is moving to Toms River,. Nobody was paying any attention to the classes. You might be in a classroom, but mostly you were listening to somebody’s radio. All afterschool activities were cancelled, including practice.I rode the bus home, and I wasn’t the only one who was numb. Some of the kids were still crying and holding each other. By then we knew that some Arab nutjobs were responsible, but not who they were or why they did it. I guess Allah wants everybody to die. I heard that several guys got in a car and drove. Thank God I hadn’t purchased the small vehicle yet that I had been looking at for Linda to drive. Thirty-five minutes later, we turned off Western Avenue and headed up my street.My neighbor from across the street saw us pull into the driveway and she came over to tell us that Porky hadn’t been any trouble. He was always waiting on her when she arrived to freshen the water in his dish and feed him. I thanked her and as I had done the same for her on occasion and a thank you was. Despite her discomfort though, the ordeal was making her hornyas hell and she hoped they would turn on the love egg soon. She read the nextline, ?Mistress_Pain> Now for the really fun part! Put a towel under yourass to collect the blood?, and panicked at what it said, she did not know exactlywhat was coming but knew that if it was going to make her bleed it would beextremely painful and difficult to do to herself. Her mind flashed back tothree months earlier and the sight of her mangled tits.