She told me that she will be ovulating in a week, and that it will be best to meet then. We exchanged a few messages until the day arrived.The day of ...the meeting came. She messaged to see if I would still go through with this. I responded that I will meet her where it was easiest for her. She mentioned the time and the location of the public restroom, and she told me what she would be wearing so I would know who to look for. I told her I will be there. I decided to take the city bus rather than. And she'd deal with him in a minute. He was safely folded inside the steamer trunk, bound and chained and completely defeated.Lying unconscious on the bed was the masked woman, Mistress Cheryl. Her pale skin was red and bruised. Welts oozed red from where Brittany had flayed her with her belt. The once controlling mistress's long black hair was splayed wildly across the bed. Tears pooled and dripped out from her mask's eyeholes. The pain this woman would feel at Brittany's hands had only just. Where the path turns left for the houses and right for the hotel and golf course the girls continued straight up along the side of the high wall that formed the side of a long gone orchard. one by one the girls ahead ducked through a gap and into the heart of a large Rhododendron tree. I followed, now very intrigued and the last in was Stacey who positioned herself at the entrance as if she was guarding it. I glanced quickly aound, the trees thick foliage formed a dense covering blotting out. As she turned the last corner and the double wide mobile home finally came into view, she pulled up short. Her father's rusty old Camaro was sitting in front of it, and she let loose a few curses. He hadn't been there in months, and she'd begun to hope that maybe this time his absence would be permanent.Julie's mom was an alcoholic that somehow managed to scam enough disability and welfare programs out of monthly checks to keep the metal roof over their heads. Julie took care of shopping and.