He'd humiliated her, in front of her friends, and that kind of wound does not heal easily when you're a teenager."You must be Linda. Hi, I'm Beverly. ...Won't you come in?" Beverly closed the door and stood right in front of her and said "Linda, I'm going to show you something but I've got to make sure you can handle it first. I know that Mr. Hyde embarrassed you in front of your friends. It was wrong of him, but he's paying for that right now. You see, Linda, Mr. Hyde has been very bad recently. " I think it will work!" I approved. "You have to let me know ahead of time so I can meet you without there being any suspicion." I'll try." Her hand squeezed mine. "I can't wait." She pulled me closer till our shoulders bumped. "I'll do it with you again if you want."A deep thrill shivered through me. "... Only if you really want it."It was her turn to shiver. She stopped walking, turning to face me. She leaned over and with her lips touching my ear whispered, "It's all I've been thinking. Your morning shower will be coldyour breakfast only day old breadno sweet drinks are allowed for youhave bitter grapefruit juice insteadAnother prayer on your kneesIn praise of your delicious foodbefore you get into the clothesthat you put on below your suitRough burlap underwear for you,a pair of woolen pantyhoseyour useless manhood tucked awayon top of that a girdle goes.By six you will arrive at workone hour early every dayfor chores before you're clocking inYou must begin without. I only heard two more screams, which means some of them should still be alive.The distinctive sound of a gun being cocked sent me rushing to my feet and into the shadows, my eyes and ears trying to pinpoint the sound. I heard a quietly drawn breath, a tiny rustle and found it."Jordan, it's me," I whispered and watched as the barely perceptible shape of her head bobbed as she started climbing out from under a rotten tree. "No, stay there, it's a good place. Stay still and quiet and don't shoot.