? Now bitch I am going to take care of your pretty smile.?, he informed me. The bastard then pulled out four of my front teeth and four of my lower o...es also. He said, ? You won’t win the heart of many ladies now bitch.? He unclamped my head and left me in the dark again. He was making me into a freak. The blood in my mouth I had to swallow. I cried bitterly at being so helplessly in his power. Each of the next three days was a repetition of this horrible day. He would rape me,. The top of the page said “Browsing history - by Frequency - David Barnes, Esquire, Los Angeles.” Below were the titles of the dark web sites Barnes had supposedly visited, a long list of titles that were too disgusting to speak out loud. After a period while Barnes panicked and ranted and claimed he was innocent, Sam opined that the previous support firm’s now-fired daytime techs and part-time stand-up comedians had decided to “test” the dark-web browsing software using his computer to look at. On the sixth day, he received a letter from Stephanie. She had been taken to a psychiatric nursing home for treatment. Gerald has kept the letter, and has allowed me to quote it in full: Dear Mr.Knight, It is with the deepest and heartfelt sense of guilt that I write to offer my sincere apologies for the recent events. Can you ever forgive me for the terrible accusation I made against you? I have told the police it was a false accusation based on nothing more than my own unhappiness and. Would Candy's Mumsy be okay with all the broken, remote control, vibrating thingys still filling her fuckety-holes? Was Mumsy having to tend and care for her as her body jerked, ravaged by supernova organisms? And what was I going to wear to school tomorrow because my scrummy cheerleader outfit wasn't anything like my dreary old school uniform? What an unnecessary worry-wart I'd been because when I bounced out of bed, a glowing, post-organismistic, vision of perky, pokie, sodden-cuntedness, and.