?Get over there little lady.??You won’t be there for long? Chambers said over his shoulder as he hurried back toward the office building. ?I’ve go...t big plans for you.?Tracey sulked over to the slide and then looked up the long ladder. She knew that Mr. Chambers expected her to be a team player and so she began her precarious assent up the steel ladder. When she arrived at the top of the waterslide platform she noticed that she could only see out into the parking lot and down the deep throat of. The landscape company owner was embarrassed. “This is why I usually only hire Latinos,” the linebacker-esque, dark-brown business barked.“It’s okay, sir! We’ve got the situation under control,” the law enforcement officer proffered.“I appreciate the work you do, officer! All these crazy Americans don’t realize plenty of folks like you are law abiding, productive citizens. Black and White folks wanna act a fool.”“I get it, sir! I think everything is good now,” he said as they stood between the. I can see that just by looking from the outside. That means his large intestine and probably his stomach took a hit as well." What a waste," Brett said, not being the least bit sarcastic. Though he had not liked Dale, not in the least, he had no desire to see one of the townspeople perish. Especially not when it was such a worthless and unnecessary death. "Does anyone know?" Not officially," he answered. "I'm sure that anyone who has looked at him has a pretty good idea though." What about. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Grow some balls! Hurt my fucking nipples and make me cum! Or do you get off on just teasing? Fuck you!” The comments surprised me. I understood where it was coming from. Still, what she said had stung. “Be a fucking man. Make it hurt. Make me cum. Or can’t you fucking do it? You don’t have the balls!” She screamed at me. I recalled Sandra’s earlier comment about my not being rough enough with her. She had said that it was not a criticism. It was a suggestion; an.