Oh gosh, do I hate rodents.’ Annette looked at the two girls curiously, then, observing that Betty was quite a bit more unnerved than Eugenia, came ...ver and helped the girl to her feet. ‘Oh, is that all? The way you two were screaming, I thought a wolf had attacked you both. Gophers? Is that true, Betty? Your parents have gone through so much trouble to rid us of those horrible critters. What a plague,’ she said, helping the girl brush herself clean. Betty merely nodded, as she couldn’t bring. First of all, she was obviously brighter than anyone else in the room. Second, she was a babe. That silky brown hair, hanging straight down to her shoulders! Her beautiful baby blues! The softness of her skin and the sweetness of her mouth! Her neck! You know, Victorian novelists used to talk about women having beautiful necks. (Actually, you probably don't know, since it's unlikely you've ever read a novel, other than porno perhaps.) I don't think I've seen more than five women in my life who. “Thank you for recognizing what a whore I am, Sir. I have needed this so much, Sir. Since my husband left, I’ve had no one to serve other than my sons, Sir.”“Do you suck your son’s cocks?” Dustin demanded.“No, Sir,” Bridgette answered. “I want to but they have never demanded it, Sir. I try to seduce them, Sir, but they are too shy to treat their mother like the nasty slut I am, Sir.”“Maybe I should call them in here and order you to fuck them,” Dustin said.“No, please don’t, Sir,” Bridgette. I didn't really know how these things worked. I figured I could drop her off at the door and escape. It didn't work that way."Mildred! What happened to you?" They took my bags. They took everything," she wailed."Come in here, honey," the matron of the mission said, reaching for her. Mildred went with her, but she didn't let go of my arm. "Who are you?" the matron asked."Uh ... Dallas. I just saw her get mugged. I'll be going now." I tried to pry Mildred's fingers off my arm to no.