All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older.Prologue:A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who ...is knuckling his eyes with his small hands.“Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?”The boy glares at the man, his cheeks covered in tear tracks as he yells, “I’m not a girl!”****************************************************A couple of years later the same man is dragging the same boy, this time wrapped in fish sausages toward a. Okay." Karen could easily understand revenge and felt the feeling was the best thing for Elisabeth. "Shit yes." she thought to herself. "Dey was really gonna' foake up de mudder foarker." I promise." Elisabeth nodded. "Not one move without you."It was close to eleven thirty when Karen backed the car out of the driveway onto the street.Karen drove slowly trying to sort things out inside her mind. She was having a difficult time understanding the way she felt and at having seemingly matured. ” Not knowing where this was going I said “yes what about it”I was a bit shocked that she was bringing this up now but listened to her .”Well, the next day when your friend Gene came over I asked him what a hand job was.He explained it to me and since I have never done it I asked him if I could give him one. I wasn’t that good at it but he told me with some practice I would get better. I practiced on him for a week straight until I thought I was good,”she said. She then said “I really wanted. He knewfor a fact he was faster than this giant now following him.Matt led Helen up the steps that led them into the kitchen."Stop."Matt stopped. Right by the door was the small red light. Clearly itwas the one that had given him away. It was still beeping until shepushed on the small black button next to it. One of the girls, DebbieMatt thinks, had already closed the window. As the woman pressed thebutton the light turned green. He cursed his luck silently."Go on, up those stairs and.