" I guess I had to agree. A couple weeks after our last encounter, she called our house after school asking me to come to her house a mile away and un...load some heavy bags of garden mulch from the trunk of her car. I was off like a shot, knowing what might be in store after the chores. I unloaded the car as the trunk was open inside the garage. I closed the garage door and walked to the house...I had not yet seen "T". To my surprise when I got in the house she was dressed in something I had not. "The RAD laughed and said in its echoey way, "You would be surprised if you knew how much I know. 'Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.'" Huh?" It's from an old comedy record."After a little pause the RAD spoke again, "He's been so nice to you, now if you're willing it would be very sweet of you to return the favor by acting like a little doggy." She felt a little surge of fear. That idea felt a little gross and humiliating to her.But she realized they were just passing. My place of employ wasn’t exactly a top-notch facility. It was understaffed, short supplied, and all the beds were full of residents who were sick and getting sicker all the time. I did the best I could with the environment I was placed in, but it was a difficult place to be in. That was my day job. Or my night job, as it were, since I largely worked nights. My second job was fighting. I’d trained in Mixed Martial Arts for just shy of three years and was at the cusp of transitioning from an. . "Do you have any kids that need picking up urgently?" Tyrone is in second grade -- they get out at two-thirty," Jolene replied. "The other two are with their grandma. She's gonna want to know where the fuck I've been, but..." We'll clear that up," Rick assured her. "Husbands?" Nope." Jolene grimaced and shook her head. "Hey, about this guy who picked me up..." You're stuck with him," Rick replied bluntly. "If he's not interested in YOU, that's another matter, but you're out of options." Well,.