She was a girl who planned to cook and clean for her husband. She was just a delicate girl. “Get that bikini off.” I watched Makaela try to angril...y retort, but she had nothing. “Do not make me tell you again,” I warned. She finally found some courage, and screamed, “you have NO right to make me bare my bottom and you have no right to spank me you poor bitch!” I saw she regretted the words as soon as she had said them. “I’m going to call your mother right now, and tell her about your rudeness.. Finishing ourwine Debra said we better get ready to go out for dinner.My closet being rather barren Debra picked out one of her dresses. Ablack halter top chiffon cocktail dress with a wide belt that reallyshowed my curves. Debra had to help me tighten my waist cincher that andthe belt made my waist look tiny.Debra wore a black pantsuit with a white silk blouse with sensible 2"heels. All I had were black patent 4 inch heels.Debra looked like she was going to a business meeting while I was. With a hiss of frustration, she took one look at the back of his head, shoved the gun in the front of the jeans she wore and grabbed the tie with her other hand.It was ripped from between her fingers, his body twisting so fast she barely had time to blink before seeing the rage in his eyes. His fist smashed into her face even as she fumbled to get to her gun and she fell backwards, hitting the cold cement hard. It knocked the wind from her, sent her skidding back along the hard cement until her. So, one more strike. Three more wounded enemies. I started to calculate the number of the killed or wounded Trolls but my brains just refused to co-operate. Three. There would be three more. I could still count to three.I woke up shivering from cold, and with the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I had seen some terrible nightmare that contained blood and killing - except that they weren’t nightmares. Those were real memories.Suddenly I was much more awake again, but then came the.