Suicide watch. The whole fucking deal.Zoey was with Beth? They were girlfriends? Probably fucking? She stole everything from me, and now she stole the... life I was supposed to have!? THE BITCH!!!!My public defender didn't like that I offered no explanation of the rape. I didn't tell him about the teasing. Or the time with she and Jon down at the river. All I said was that my relationship with Beth was consensual. But that was all.Regarding Zoey, I just said, numbly, "I did it."And he really. .i could yes iam not putting this on ''''ok cool here the tool get that left tire out''i tried and tried but coudnt get the tire out''dont pretend boy, go over there and wait like a girl , iam here to do the man you dont have to pretend''''iam not a girl i just cant do this its jammed hard''''then if you want e to do it you know what to do?''''really? you wont do it if i dont wait wearing this?''''you are right, im only helping girls who need my help''i was looking at him not joking at allhe. She has no name. Some whisper that she was Master's second wife one time, long ago. She is more a receptacle now than a slave, her arms and legs atrophied from the steel cage box she is forced into. She is inflicted with electrical shocks on a minute by minute basis; the pain long ago forced her mind into mush. Estate hands, gardeners, workers, have full use of her orifices and her body within the cage as they beat, shit, piss and fuck her till they are spent. A sign at the door reads: "This is. Her mother and father were two of them; I was the third.We lived on the other side of town, maybe nine miles from Peg and her family. My father had ridden in on a white horse and swept my mother off her feet and taken her away from the old neighborhood. He always said it was because he couldn't stand the smell of borscht. Mama always said it was because he couldn't stand her relatives around him all the time. There was probably some truth to both statements. I know we only had borscht on the.