. just like the b**st he is. He says nothing ... only makes grunting a****l sounds. He stinks of brandy. I close my eyes. With luck the horror will be... short-lived. Then I am turned over, my hindquarters lifted and thighs pulled wide. He rams in his short stubby length. It is relatively short compared with the two Overseers. I am very familiar with it. He fucks rapidly, in a disorganised way, slobbering, grunting piggishly. I am used as a masturbatory object rather than a woman. I am sobbing. Then show a clean pair o’ round rubber ‘eels and get out afore anyone has a clue. Bulk swag, crash’n’carry, that’s me trademark. “Mode-us-upper-’and-I”, I fink the Fence said it was.All this quiet, softly, softly creepin’ about the place housebreakin’, is specialist work. Like what the Panther did.I knew the Panth, cos I did, saw ‘im dahn the Fence’s gaff loadsa times. Never spoke to ‘im, mind, just nodded. Old School he was, the Fence told me first time and ev’ry time after, that Panther. When he got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he stopped in surprise to see who was standing in his room. It was Cody. Zack opened his mouth to speak, but his twin brother cut him off. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!?!” he yelled, stepping up to Zach and punching out with his left fist. Zack raised his own hand and caught Cody’s fist. “Cody calm dow-” Zack started, before Cody’s other fist came up and hit him in the nose. Cody wasn’t a very physical person, so the blow didn’t do. Pleasing or not though, the old maid had certainly done a good job of the cleaning.The room was large with a soft carpet and shining white walls, decorated with intricately painted floral patterns. The desk, dresser and cupboards were of dark mahogany, carved with ornate decorations, brass fittings polished to a brilliant sheen. The room was dominated by the biggest bed Mia had ever seen. A four poster complete with silk sheets. The evening light gave the lace curtain that hung over the one.