‘We don’t have long, Jean. Haven’t you missed me?’Suddenly, the voice was right next to her. It grabbed her neck with chunky, gristled hands a...nd shoved her against the cabin wall. The voice opened its mouth, and bared its teeth, yellow and rotten, with the brutal odour of desire pulsating with heavy breathing.Jean wanted to scream, but the voice had its hand on her mouth, and the other somewhere else. Words could not express her distress. Her hand still gripped the ochre wood, now glowing red. She had not been working for me long. After several years, my previous assistant said she was tired of the whole pop princess whirlwind and left my employ to get married and settle down. Tomyka had been referred to me by one of the dancers in my show. It seems she was at loose ends after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. Her job in New Orleans no longer existed because her place of employment had been destroyed. Tomyka was one of the the thousands of people evacuated from the hellish. As she was left alone, Teresa couldn't help thinking back on the conversation earlier that evening."Now what do we do?" Heather asked, her voice even shakier then before."We have to do something." Teresa pleaded. "Angie could end up killing him the way she is."Jenny swore. "What can we do? She has that tape and Roger's not going to be siding with us anytime soon." I could always take it from her." Melissa put in. "Angie's kinda' small - I could take her." I don't think so." Heather couldn't. I didn’t say a word to her as she handed me the small bag with the lipstick. She couldn’t look up at me as I laid my hand on her thigh and smiled. I could feel the heat off her skin as I started up the car and pulled back onto the highway. Lynne was silent as I opened the passenger door and helped her out of the seat. The back of her short skirt was soaked through. I thought about taking her downtown, or to the mall, and parade her for everybody to see, humiliating her with the.