Then we began to actually talk to one another. Not just about pictures, but about each other. Things we liked. Things we didn’t like. Music. Movies....Books. Though, both of us were being very careful about the more personal information about ourselves… At least, at first we did. The more we talked, the more we shared about ourselves. Three weeks went by. Every night we would spend hours sending messages back and forth, growing closer with each sentence we typed out. She told me her name was. Beth oftenargued over seemingly minor details like that, but the others couldn't seethat it was always those very details that jumped up and bit you in the ass!Or in this case, got you spitroasted, and that wasn't funny. Of course, therewas a funny side to it. If the others got into trouble it might be due to naivityor ignorance, but Beth could not give that excuse. In her case it would bestupidity, suicidal recklessness, or worse, complicity! And if, as the officialhad suggested, suicidal. Did he really expect her to sit at the same table with his wife and eat and be aware of her and the food she had cooked and try to carry on a conversation after what had happened between her and Peter? She thought that he must surely be joking. "You're kidding?" Not at all. Vivian will see you today about it. I gotta run. Must be in court at ten. Bye Love," he said, slamming her car door and moving toward his own garage. She wanted desperately to call him back and talk to him, get a couple of. Only the light of the early morning showing through the curtain, stopped the fucking.Don’t forget to tell the other girls I will also be paying them a night visit they all need and will get the fucking of their lives. Bye the way I will be telling the Governor of your little fantasies your little bottom will get whipped till you bleed, you wicked girl. . Albert carefully packed his bag and Janet heard the door lock behind him..CHAPTER 10In the morning the dazed Janet saw that the black rubber.