I found, I thought a picture a her in local article about horses. if you can’t keep your little whore under control …. Can you do to or do I have to find some white boys?”
“ yeh … I can do it”
“Take her anywhere you want, just return her … Offer myself to them”
“You think you done with us. As I started down the stairs towards my car, naked except for the band of leather and steel that held my throat, I thought “So this is freedom” running to be abused by a monster and a poor woman that I was a monster to. What had they done, how did they allow Kim to become so free, free inside, free of all fears, desires, pride. As I reach the door, a man came up to me and said “Take this back, this is Janice’s share” and stuck me hard across the head.