She enjoys her new found freedom, with the occasional weekend guest, varying ages.It is a hot Saturday night, I cannot sleep, I am downstairs, its 1am... and I am watching a film. The curtains are open to make the most of any breeze that is flowing.A taxi pulls up, cheery goodnight to the occupants and a high heeled 'clip clop' to her front door. Opens, the dogs bark, in she goes."alone tonight, what a waste" I think, sipping my cold beer. The beer is working, I am getting a good beer buzz. Once she was tied up I started to cut off her clothes…her shirt was cut open in the front and her bra was cut a well…I pulled her pants down and cut her panties off, pulling them between her legs to remove them. She was yelling but no one could hear her. I told her now one cared about another white slut in a city like this getting ****d. I took her phone and started taking pictures of her for her to keep, I told her that those would be hers to get off to later, and I laughed as I turn her. Her uncle had taken her in, but she'd gone from bad to worse. She was hanging out with much older boys, smoking, drinking and taking d**gs. Finally she'd been an accomplice in a bank robbery and that's when the judge had decided that she should be locked up for the rest of her c***dhood.Uncle Leo would probably not have taken her in if it hasn't been for a very persuasive social worker. She'd explained to Leo that Bess had changed. She'd managed to catch up with her education while away and. The lobby was almost empty a couple people walking around, but, not many a few people at the bar but seemed quiet for a Saturday night.I noticed a pretty blonde lady in a sweatsuit no make up and hair in a bun sitting by herself on a couch near the bar reading a magazine. I nodded to her she smiled back politely and went back to her magazine. She looked familiar and I was trying to figure out if I knew her from somewhere or if she just looked like someone I knew. I went to the check in counter.