"I'm eighteen, Mom. You *can't* ground me. And you can't *stop* me from fucking the Tuckers. I've *fucked* all of them. Nine men. Five women. I like d...oing it. I'm going to do it for the rest of my life." She glared at me. "When is the last time you were fucked?" How *dare* you talk to me like that? I'm *your* Mother," I barked."I know, but I *am not* like *you*," she said. "I'm a *slut* and you *are* a *frigid bitch*. Dad told me that's why he left you. He said he was tired of having to fight. But they seemed to handle his physical needs with more aplomb and so I saw to his financial and legal needs alone. It was a fair trade as far as I was concerned. I spent twenty hours a day talking to doctors, talking to police, talking to press or arguing about inflated invoices with innumerable vendors.In the remaining time I had available, I tried to make sense of what had happened - was happening - to Pharaoh, Joey and I. Key to this was that I remembered what had transpired in the Shadow. ..This was turning into a strange afternoon."Yes, that's perfect," she said, looking at the wide expanse of his tiled kitchen floor.She laid the air mattress down on the floor in front of the sink. She put the bucket down next to it and took out a selection of small plastic bottles, which she placed on the floor next to the head of the lilo. Humming a tune to herself, she took the bucket to the sink and started to fill it up. She selected one of the plastic bottles and squirted its contents. She doesn't take her eyes off him as he makes a selection on the touch screen. The cameraman captures her whole body instantly convulsing and twisting uncontrollably from side to side as Mya squirms against her restraints, electricity coursing through every nerve fiber in her body - I can hear her chilling scream over my speakers as breath escapes from her lungs and watch as her soft belly and abdomen expands and contracts and ripples involuntarily over the top of her panties, the current.