Yahoo didn’t care if the money came from selling drugs, it was a living. Yahoo looked up hearing cursing from Frank The dog, hearing the cursing cam...e running over to House, and the man at the door hit the dog on the head with a baseball bat, not enough to kill the dog but enough to hurt the animal. Frank waved Yahoo inside. Frank was an unhealthy thin white man with black hair that didn’t look like it had been washed in weeks, and had an aversion to wearing shirts. He had at least five days. "I met her at work, she was sexy and I wanted her" I shrugged and he shook his head. "We fuck all the time, maybe if you be a good boy I will let you watch" I grinned playfully and he rolled his eyes. "No such thing" he laughed and there was a knock at the door. She walked in after I gave permission, carrying a large tray full of food. She moved to the small table toward the end of the bed. Bending over innocently, showing off the nice tight curves of her ass. I glanced at him, his eyes. He kept them, I’m sure … the fucker.”I looked at the photo again, feeling conflicted - excited, aroused, angry and amused, envious but guilty, etc. I didn’t know the guy, had never met him, didn’t know his name, hadn’t even known he even existed until a few moments ago; but I wished violent, prolonged and serious injury upon him. I wanted to put my hands on him, to hurt him.“I thought I destroyed all those pictures. I guess I missed some.”“There more?” I asked, huskily.She kicked the pile of. Despite her looks Deb never showed much of herself. She was raised in a very conservative family and despite Ron’s attempts to get her to show a little skin she still kept herself covered anytime she was out in public. They lived in a rural area on about 20 acres of land. The closest neighbor was a little over a mile and a half down the winding country road. The heat had Deb wanting to take a swim so she went inside and changed into a two piece bathing suit Ron had bought her earlier this year.