Forgetting the fact that there’s a long line of people that want your help in coping with what happened, she hurt you. She very nearly fucked up eve...ryone else’s chance to be with you and get your help. That deserves a beating by itself. It’s nothing compared to her putting you through Hell. I know you don’t want me to slap her around because of the baby, but the least I can do is tell her she’s a stupid cow and to keep her dirty looks to herself.”He blinked in surprise. “How did you know she’s. "The other night..." Billy began but I cut him off."Don't." I shook my head. "It's fine." And with that ran to my truck in the rain."With my head stuck in the past so much of late," I began to Cleo as I walked downstairs, fresh from the shower, "I can't help but wonder how they got by without showers."Cleo laughed. "They dropped dead tired." No the rich. They didn't work overly hard and wore so many clothes!"I padded around the house barefoot with only a pair of panties and a large loose button. But a new hand on his tail, fingering his tender arsehole was a very familiar reminder that he was being raped and abused by these violators.They started inking up his chest - the "MILK MAN" sign in large gothic letters arced across his clavicle like a necklace, spanning from high on one shoulder to the other and diving down in the middle, the "K" nestled against his deep pec valley. This matched the "Make Me An Offer" on his back, a kind of deep scoop cut collar of filthy words that ringed. Smith and for the camera.It was about this time that Alex noticed that there seemed to be a change in the people in the room. Most of the gaffers set up the lights in a fixed position and left. The makeup man that had been giving her touch ups all morning long left her with a soft kiss on the cheek and a large bag of cosmetics for her to use. She thanked him. He looked so sad when he left.Soon it was just Alex, Mr. Smith and a new photographer. He wasn't as nice as the first one and was.