I leaned forward over the bar and motioned for the bartender  as I saw 
her ex approaching.  "Whisky, straight up," I said as he sat down 
beside me, ordering a beer.

"So, is it done?"

I looked at him--he was a big guy, not as big as me, but maybe two 
hundred and six feet tall.  I figured he was ex-military:  he carried 
himself like one.  I handed him a manila envelope stuffed with what 
he had paid for, what he was going to pay for.  I downed the shot as he 
peered into the folder, flipping through the pictures, the pictures of his 
ex wife being brutally raped by six guys.  I had made sure _my_ face 
wasn't in the pictures.

He closed the folder and pulled out his own manila envelope and 
handed it over to me.  I glanced in and saw the color of money, $5000, 
the second half of the payment--the first half had gone mostly to the 
five guys I had recruited.   I pocketed it and got up to leave as he 
pulled out seven pages of typewritten, double-spaced paper; it was an 
account of what we had done to his ex-wife, in detail.  The pictures 
were merely a supplement.

As I walked out, feeling a hell of a lot richer, I thought back to how I 
had first met the guy.  I had just gotten out of prison; my girlfriend 
didn't like me beating on her.  Since I had been in and out of jail and 
prison since as long as I can remember, they threw the damned book at 
me.  I always think I should know better.  I mean, I came from a nice, 
white, middle class family, made it through high school and two years 
of college, but I always end up screwed, usually over some bitch.  
They're the bane of my existence, so I've tried to be the bane of theirs.

So, I get off the bus and hit the first bar I can get to and settle down to 
nurse my drink, figuring to spend the day there before I try to hit up 
some guys I knew for a place to crash.  I'm sitting there and I notice 
this guy eyeballing me, and I'm thinking maybe he's a faggot, and 
maybe I should go over there and beat the crap out of him; some of 
these faggots think just because you've been in prison you swing that 
way.

This guy sits down right next to me and I'm thinking that I'm not 
going to like anything he has to say, except the first words out of his 
mouth are, "You want to make ten grand?"  I'm listening, all right, 
I'm listening.  Ten grand to me is like manna from heaven.  

I glanced at him, and staring into my drink said, "Who wouldn't?"

He slid a picture over to me and I'm looking at a woman, in her late 
twenties or early thirties, smiling back at me.  I hadn't had a woman 
in years, but this bitch would have looked good regardless.  She stood 
5'3" and she had short brown hair down to her shoulders which curled 
a bit at the ends and framed a pretty, youngish face, with pale pink lips 
and big brown eyes, great big brown eyes.  She was wearing a T-shirt 
tucked into a pair of blue jeans, revealing smallish breasts pushing 
against the fabric and a tiny  waist and flat stomach leading to narrow 
hips.  Her thighs were surprisingly muscular, straining against the 
fabric of the jeans, pulling it tight against her flesh--she had been a 
gymnast, I learned later--and I just knew her ass was a tight little ball 
of muscle.  My first thought as I looked at this bitch was what it would 
be like to be between those legs with her beneath me, squirming and 
thrashing as I fucked her brains out.

"My ex," he said by way of explanation.  "She walks through D--- 
Park every evening after work with her dog, a Chihuahua she calls T-
Cup."

"So?"  I didn't see what he was getting at.

"I've got five grand for you now and five grand for you after it's 
done."

Great, I'm thinking, he wants a hit.  I wondered how much he knew 
about me.  If he knew me he knew I didn't do hits, even for ten grand.  
Hell, for ten grand he could get a whole slew of people dead, but not 
by me.  "After what's done?"  Dipshit, I wanted to add, but with ten 
grand in the equation I figured I might as well wait to see what he had 
to say.

He lowered his voice and moved closer to me.  "I want," he paused,. "I 
want you to get some men together."  He paused again.  "I want you to 
arrange a gang rape.  I want her raped in the ass and the cunt and the 
throat.  I want pictures and a written, typed description of everything 
you do to her."  He blurted it out softly, staring into space.

I looked at him staring at his hands.  I looked at the picture of his ex.  
Hell, I thought, I would have done her for free.  I looked back at him 
and smiled as he looked at me.  "I'll need details, and the five grand 
advance."

He gave me everything I needed.  Every evening about six his ex was 
to be found in D--- Park walking her dog, T-Cup.  The park was small, 
only about four city blocks, but was pretty secluded, with trees and 
bushes obscuring much of the interior of the park from the outside.  
There were restrooms right in the middle of the park, which is where 
he suggested we take her after we had made the grab--I agreed.   He 
wanted six guys there, and I figured that wouldn't be hard, especially 
with a payout of $500 apiece, but with six guys we'd need to be inside, 
and a public restroom was perfect.  He didn't want her hurt too badly, 
he said, just fucked hard and long.  He even gave me a Polaroid 
camera with two rolls of film, and a date a week from that day to do it.  
A week was longer than I needed, but he was paying.

That week I hit up some of the guys I knew who had no love for the 
opposite sex, and who could be trusted to keep their mouth shut.  
There was Tommy, a kid at twenty four, only five ten and one eighty, 
but a viscous bastard; Tyrone, a skinny black guy in his thirties I knew 
from prison; Jones, another black guy, but big at six five and around 
three hundred pounds; Gregory, a seedy little guy at five six and barely 
one thirty, but quick and smart; and finally Manolo, a Mexican I had 
also met in the joint, about forty and my size.  Every single one of us 
was anticipating using this snatch her ex had thrown our way.  Hell, 
for $500, half the guys would have offed their own mothers--raping 
some cunt was nothing.  I only hoped that I could keep them under 
control.

The day came and we showed up an hour early so I could put 
everybody into  position.  I had scouted the place out earlier and knew 
that it was almost always deserted about the time the bitch would be 
through--just more luck for us.  I put Jones, Tyrone, and Manolo near 
the entrance where they could follow her when she came in.  I was 
planning on them looking frightening enough that she'd walk or run 
right into my arms.  I had Gregory standing by with some duct tape so 
we could make sure she wouldn't scream, and Tommy was both for 
backup in case she got away from me and had a sack in which to put 
the dog.

At six o'clock exactly she came into the park, and I could hear Tyrone 
and the guys hooting after her, telling her how good she looked, and 
what a great ass she had, and making various lewd suggestions.  She 
had to be getting nervous now, what with those three following her 
into this deserted, dark park, with only a little rat-dog to protect her.  I 
smiled when I heard they guys call out "why you running, where you 
think you're going baby?" and I heard the sound of running feet 
coming down the path.  I stepped out from around the corner and she 
ran right into my arms, panicking momentarily as I wrapped my hands 
around her.  Her dog was barking up a storm next to me and was 
darting at my feet.

I held her struggling form, my cock getting hard just being this close 
to such a hot piece of ass, as Tommy and Gregory ran out from the 
bushes, Tommy dropping the sack over the dog and cinching it shut 
within seconds, while Gregory grabbed the bitch's hair in one hand 
and yanked her head back, making her gasp and cry out from the pain.  
I looked down into those big brown eyes, filled with panic, and 
grinned at her as she started to scream, stopped by Gregory as he 
slapped the duct tape over her mouth, crisscrossing piece after piece 
over her lips.

I was still holding her arms against her sides as she tried to kick at me, 
but then Gregory grabbed her by the forearms and dragged her arms 
behind her back, where he wrapped still more duct tape around her 
wrists and forearms.  When he was finished Gregory stepped back and 
I held her an arm length's away from me by her hair, looking at her in 
the flesh for the first time.  She was wearing almost exactly the same 
thing she had worn in the picture I had seen, but the tape covering her 
mouth was a sweet addition.  "You look good, baby," I said as she 
tried to kick me, unable to balance because of the way I was lifting her 
by her hair.

"Here you go," I said, pushing her toward Jones, who hefted her 
kicking, struggling body over his shoulder, "let's get the party 
started."

I heard her muffled cries and whimpering through the tape gag as 
Jones felt her ass--as tight and hard as I knew it would be--and thighs, 
squeezing them through her jeans with his big, strong hands.  We 
were all silent as we entered the restroom, the women's side (I figured 
it would be cleaner), and Jones set her down in the middle of the tiled 
floor, the rest of us surrounding her.  She stood there uncertainly, like 
a trapped animal, her gaze darting from one of us to another, her feet 
taking small mincing steps this way and that, as if looking for escape.  
She shook her shoulders, struggling with the tape binding her arms 
behind her back, and muffled grunts and pleas and words came from 
behind her tape gag, the dim overhead bulb throwing shadows across 
her pretty face and solid, sexy body.

It was my party, and I started it by stepping up behind her and 
grabbing her by the upper arm and the hair, yanking back her head 
and pulling her writing body against mine, her hard, round ass 
digging into my crotch as I pulled her hard back against my chest 
before leaning down and licking the soft, white flesh of her neck, 
feeling her shudder as I ran my tongue over her skin, feeling the hard 
beating of her heart through her artery.  I shuddered in pleasure and 
looked up at Manolo.  "Strip the bitch."

Manolo smiled at me and pulled out a switchblade, stepping forward 
and grabbing the bitch's T-shirt by the collar.  She tried to kick out at 
him, her eyes wide with terror at the sight of the knife, but she had no 
leverage.  The rest of the guys were grinning silently as Manolo 
brought the knife close to her neck, panicked grunts coming from 
behind her gag and her shuffling feet and the yapping of the 
Chihuahua in the bag the only sounds in the night, sounds joined by 
the tearing of cloth as Manolo sawed his blade through the cotton of 
her T-shirt, splitting it open, revealing her strong, flat stomach and 
tiny waist, and her bra, plain, without frills.  He pushed open the shirt 
and I felt her shudder as he ran his hands over her taunt flesh, running 
them across her heaving belly and up her sides.

He grunted and sawed the T-shirt completely from her body, taking a 
minute to tear it away from her shoulders before standing back so we 
could all view what we had to play with.  Tears had started to flow 
down her face as she twisted in my grip, making her more beautiful, 
her white skin pale against my tanned hands, the dim light adding a 
hint of mystery to her body.  Her tits were bigger than I had thought, 
maybe B cup size, and I wasted no time in unhooking her bra, Manolo 
finishing it by slicing through the shoulder straps, her breasts 
springing out, two hemispherical mounds, firm on her heaving chest, 
with large dark brown nipples topping them.  I reached around her 
and squeezed one cruelly with my hand, feeling the firm flesh mold 
itself in my palm as she began fighting hard against my grip, her lithe 
body struggling to get free.

"The pants," I said, this time nodding toward Tyrone, who came 
forward and looked right into her face as he unbuttoned her jeans, his 
hands pressing against her lower abdomen as he did so.

"We're going to fuck you, bitch," he said right to her face.  "We're all 
going to take turns on this hot body of yours.  We're going to shove 
our cocks into every one of your holes, whore.  We're going to make 
you hurt."  He grinned at her.  Tyrone was a sadistic bastard, and I 
could smell the fear rise from her body as she looked at him.  I was 
still holding her from behind, so shifted my grip from her upper arm 
to her hip, sliding my hand beneath her panties so I could feel her hot, 
sweaty flesh, the sweat of fear, even as I yanked back again on her hair 
to calm her struggles, earning me another grunt of pain from behind 
her gag.  I pulled her toward me, grinding her ass up against my cock, 
the sensations driving me wild.

Tyrone stepped back and began peeling off her jeans, forcing me to 
hold her by her shoulders as he lifted her feet from the ground with his 
violent tugging.  She was practically sitting in the air as he yanked the 
jeans off, her shoes popping off with them, leaving her with only her 
socks and her panties to preserve her modesty.  All the guys were 
leering now; her legs were gorgeous--strong, muscular, shapely, two 
long expanses of smooth, white skin.  I motioned Tommy over with 
my head and he dropped the sack in which the damned dog  was still 
yapping away and immediately grabbed the cunt's panties, pulling 
them off with a haste we were all beginning to feel.  He finished by 
yanking off her socks, holding her legs as she tried futily to kick him.

She was nude now, her whole body shaking with fear and humiliation 
as we gawked at her helpless body, her thighs pressing themselves 
together as she tried to hide her sparse brown bush from our eyes.  As 
if of one mind the guys moved in, and we forced her struggling body to 
the hard tile floor.  Her eyes were big with fear and panic as Tommy 
and Gregory grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart while Manolo 
and Tyrone each held one of her shoulders down on the ground, 
leaving her spread open to me on her back.  I stood up and stepped 
between her legs, looking to the side a Jones who was standing next to 
me--we had decided beforehand the order, with the only caveat that I 
was to be first in her cunt and her ass.  She looked so hot on the 
ground, her bound arms forcing her breasts and hips forward, as if she 
were offering herself to me, her mouth covered with tape, emphasizing 
the terror in her big brown eyes.  She grunted pleadingly as I dropped 
my pants and lifted off my shirt, my cock, all seven inches of it, 
springing out at full mast.  I smiled as I positioned my body atop hers, 
the feel of her breasts against mine hot and exciting, her panicked 
breathing making her body writhe on the floor in its captivity.  I 
nestled my cock against her cunt and, grabbing her hair, turned her 
head to one side, sticking my tongue into her ear as she began to sob 
quietly.  "I'm going to fuck you now, bitch," I whispered, and jerked 
my hips viciously forward.

The cunt was tight and dry, her body arcing against mine as she 
screamed through the tape.  I gritted my teeth at the first pussy I had 
had in years, her sheath scraping my cock as she thrashed helplessly 
beneath me, her strong thighs flexing, trying to push me away as I 
sunk fully into her, feeling my pelvis slam against hers.  I brought my 
lips to her neck and began sucking, _feeling_ the sounds of pain and 
humiliation she was making through her throat as I began fucking her, 
the added friction of her dryness adding to my pleasure.

The heat from her body seemed to envelope me as I raped the bitch, 
my cock pistoning in and out relentlessly, each inward stroke earning 
me a cry of pain through the gag, her head thrashing in my grip as I 
sucked on the soft flesh of her neck, her sobs driving me higher and 
higher into pleasure.  It seemed to last forever, there in the dim light, 
my cock sending thrumming pleasure through my body as it forced its 
way in and out of her dry, aching cunt, each sound of pain and agony 
and terror from her throat a prod to my lust, to my pleasure.  My 
whole body felt like it was going to explode as I felt that sensation so 
close to pain deep in my bowels, felt it build up stronger and stronger 
as I kept pumping into her tight cunt, reaching under myself to grip 
her tit harshly in my hand, squeezing it hard while biting down on her 
neck, my come boiling out of me as she screamed in pain and defeat as 
I pumped blast after blast of seed deep into her cunt.

I laid there for a moment before pulling out, and said, "Jesus, what a 
fuck," while I pulled up my pants, loving the way her closed lids 
glistened with tears, the way a dark hickey blotched her neck, the way 
her cunt gaped at me, swollen and red and glistening from her rape.  
Jones was positioning himself now, his fat body hiding her completely 
beneath him, only her strong legs sticking out from beneath him as he 
drove his cock into her cunt.  I heard her scream and saw her thighs 
tense as he raped her, plunging into her as brutally as I had.  I grinned 
an pulled out the camera, figuring this would be the type of shot her ex 
would love.

For the next ten minutes the only sounds in the room was the slapping 
of flesh against flesh mingled with the yapping cries of her dog and 
the muffled shrieks of pain and despair and the quite sobbing coming 
from the whore.  When Jones finished I took another picture of her 
lying there, the flash blinding in the darkness, her cunt drooling come, 
her body an invitation to licentiousness.  Gregory was next, and used 
her cruelly, jabbing his cock like a sword into her cunt, levering 
himself up on her breasts with his hands, twisting and mauling them 
with each thrust into her body, forcing muffled scream after muffled 
scream from her throat as he used her.  I took another picture, from 
the side, as Gregory's face twisted into hate-filled lust as he came 
inside her, her body arching in agony as he tried to tear her tits from 
her body, the muscles in her thighs and stomach standing up in stark 
relief against her lithe body.

Manolo kicked her once in the cunt, making her scream and jerk in 
agony before he dropped down on top of her, fucking her cunt for all 
he was worth, whispering Spanish curse-words into her ear as he 
raped her before spilling another load of come deep inside her cunt.  
Tyrone and Tommy wanted something different, and turned the bitch 
over, forcing her to her knees.  Tommy held her hips from behind and 
sunk his cock into her now sloppy cunt, making her grunt as he began 
banging her, slapping her ass for punctuation as he rode her from 
behind.  She screamed when Tyrone lifted her head up by her hair and 
ripped the tape from her mouth, her tears having soaked it through, a 
scream cut short as he shoved his cock into her mouth, making her 
whole body convulse with a gag reflex as he jammed it against the 
back of her throat.

The bitch started spazzing as Tyrone pushed his cock into her throat, 
her whole body jerking and thrashing and bucking and writhing as 
Tommy pinioned her from behind with his cock while Tyrone held her 
head between both his hands, his pelvis smashing against her nose and 
his balls slapping against her chin as he forced his cock all the way 
down her throat.  Strange, animal sounds came from her throat as she 
was brutally raped, her tits swinging beneath her as she both struggled 
and was buffeted between her rapists.  They plowed into her holes 
mercilessly, Tommy's large cock glistening in the dim light every time 
he pulled it out before jamming it back into her cunt hard, her 
asscheeks bouncing and jiggling from the thrusts and from the hard 
slaps he laid upon them.  She was making gurgling and retching 
sounds around Tyrone's cock as he literally fucked her face, using her 
mouth and throat like a cock.  Gregory bent down beside her and 
grabbed one of her hanging tits, using his fingers to yank at the nipple, 
using his other hand to feel her tormented body as it flexed between 
her rapists.  I watched them abuse her, my own cock growing hard 
again, knowing that I would soon be taking her up the ass.

Tommy and Tyrone came together, shooting their wads into her 
helpless body, and then released her, letting her exhausted form slide 
to the ground, her breasts pressed flat against the cold tile, her face 
turned toward me, her eyes swollen with tears, her lips raw and 
cracked, her throat echoing croaking moans as she retched in agony.  I 
got down on my knees behind her and kicked open her legs, her body 
unresisting as I looked down at her abused snatch.  It was smeared 
with come and swollen red and raw, while her tiny asshole winked at 
me, begging me to take it.  I grabbed the bitch's hips and pulled her 
ass toward me, her face still against the ground.  I slipped easily into 
her cunt, still tight and warm and grasping, enjoying the moan of pain 
and degradation which escaped from her throat.

The guys were all standing around, except for Jones, who was at her 
head, his cock out, waiting until I had taken her ass before shoving his 
cock down her throat; we all wanted to hear her scream.  I pulled out 
and, with one hand, guided my cock to her anus, pressing it hard 
against her tight opening, listing to her rising moan as she realized 
what was about to happen.  My cock, rigid as it was, began to bend as 
her tight flesh began to give, and I grabbed her hips to pull her more 
forcefully toward me.  I grimaced and yelled out as I felt my cock slip 
into that incredibly tight hole, my yell matched by a howl of agony 
ripped from her throat, echoing around the small restroom like the 
howl of a trapped and doomed animal, as her whole body shook 
beneath me, her ass clenching and unclenching spasmodically as I 
forced inch after inch of my cock deep into her bowels.

The bitch kept howling, and I could see the eyes of the guys bright 
with lust as she flopped around like a gaffed fish on the end of my 
pole, her whole body undulating in agony as I sunk my cock all the 
way into her clutching ass, her fingers and toes curling in pain.  I 
pulled out, surprised there was no blood, each inch almost painful for 
me, and horrible agony for her, her howling turning into loud, choking 
sobs, cut off as Jones grabbed her head and forced his cock down her 
throat.  It was so goddamned good taking her ass, feeling her pain, her 
terror, her humiliation through her jerkings and spasming and the 
sounds coming through the cock in her throat.  I began slowly fucking 
her--I couldn't go any faster, her ass was so tight--each stroke making 
me grit my teeth in pleasure as I used her, the feel of her asscheeks 
against my hips soft and titillating as I sunk all the way into her, her 
whole body shaking in pure agony as I fucked her.

I took my time, enjoying the sensations her clutching ass was sending 
through my cock, enjoying the way her body jerked and tensed and 
fought and bounced as she was being raped.  Jones finished with her 
throat and was replaced by Manolo before I began to feel that pleasure 
so akin to pain build up in my scrotum.  I dug my fingers deep into the 
bitch's ass and ground my cock into her ass, rolling it around deep 
into her bowels as my toes curled up in pleasure, my cum spilling out 
into her gut, making this piece of meat mine.  The feeling of power 
was heady, adding to the pleasure as my cock pulsed again and again, 
filling up her ass with my come.

When I pulled out Gregory was right there, slapping her asscheeks 
hard, driving his cock viciously into her ass, his fingers claws at her 
hips as he drove into her.  I took more pictures as Manolo pulled out 
and sprayed his come all over her face, her screams timed to each 
brutal thrust of Gregory's cock into her ass before they were cut off 
again by Tommy's cock in her throat.  Her screams had taken on a 
ragged touch, her throat raw and abused by the fucking it was taking.  
Her body was still undulating in agony, but the bitch was running out 
of steam.

Gregory finished quickly, tearing at her hanging breasts as he came, 
leaving long scratch marks down the sides of her body as he clawed at 
her, adding his come to mine deep in her bowels.  Tyrone followed in 
her ass and was fucking her hard before Tommy finally deposited his 
load into her stomach.  Gregory was still soft, but shoved his cock into 
her mouth anyway, slapping her, telling her to suck on it.  She 
screamed into his pelvis as he twisted her tits in rhythm with Tyrone's 
fucking her ass, her screams making Gregory hard in her mouth as he 
tortured her, the sound of his open hand against her tits echoing 
throughout the bathroom, her gurgling screams escaping from his now 
turgid cock filling her throat.

Tyrone left marks in her asscheeks with his fingers when he came, to 
be replaced quickly by Jones, his fat cock splitting her in two, making 
her scream with renewed vigor around Gregory's cock.  They worked 
her for long minutes, her lithe body jerked forcefully between them, a 
toy for their pleasure.  I kept taking pictures of her humiliation, my 
own cock coming to life again, waiting for a taste of her throat.  They 
both came at the same time, Gregory, like Manolo, pulling his cock 
from her throat to spray her face with his come.

We where all standing now, looking down at the broken cunt laying 
spread-eagled on her stomach on the floor, her body scratched and 
bruised and battered, her breathing ragged, interspersed with low 
moans of pain.  We weren't done, yet, though.  It had all been 
planned.  I handed the camera to Jones while Tyrone lay down next to 
the bitch on his back.  Tyrone and I grabbed her limp body, tears and 
come streaking her pretty face, her lips grotesquely swollen, her cunt a 
flaming mass of red, swollen flesh, her asshole distended by five men's 
cocks, and forced her to kneel over Tyrone, his cock sinking easily into 
her cunt, a moan of pain escaping her raw throat as she fell onto his 
rod.  I kneeled over Tyrone's head and grabbed the bitch's hair, 
forcing my cock into the soft, wet confines of her mouth, shoving it 
deeper and deeper into her until I felt it hit the back of her throat.  I 
smiled ferally as I looked down at her on the end of my cock, her hair 
matted with sweat and come and tears, her eyes swollen from crying, 
her lips stretched around my pole, and shoved forward, forcing my 
cock into her abused throat.

I held my cock there, waiting, like Tyrone, as Manolo positioned 
himself behind her kneeling, bent forward body.  It took a long minute 
of my cock in her sobbing, raw throat, Tyrone's cock splitting her cunt 
open one more time, before he was ready, and sent his cock surging up 
her ass, making her scream in agony, her throat vibrating my cock 
sent incredible waves of ecstasy through me.  We began fucking her 
slowly, using each one of her holes simultaneously, rocking her body 
slowly on our cocks, enjoying the way her body gripped and sucked 
and shook.  Tommy and Gregory knelt to either side of the cunt and 
each began working on a tit, reaching between her and Tyrone to maul 
her breast, her screams of pain driving me crazy with pleasure.

We had planned this, and wanted to time it for the camera, so we 
signaled each other when we were close, extending the bitch's agony, 
stretching her triple rape to five minutes, ten, twenty, thirty minutes of 
slow, deliberate fucking in her ass and cunt and throat, thirty minutes 
of her screaming as her tits were mauled and bruised and scratched, 
thirty minutes of her body writhing in agony as we used it for our 
pleasure, thirty minutes before we all gritted our teeth while our cocks 
jerking in this hot piece of flesh and filled her full of our come.

We were done with her, satiated, and left her moaning softly in pain, 
laying bruised and battered on the restroom floor.  We even let her dog 
out of the bag, and he ran up to her and started licking her face right 
off.  I was kind of disappointed he hadn't been a big dog--I would have 
like to see her take a dog dick.

That's how I met him--I bet his ex wished I hadn't, although she was 
probably lucky; he could have found some bastard who would've taken 
the five grand, raped her, and cut her throat.  Right now I'm feeling 
good and feeling lucky.  It's not often you meet someone who'll pay 
you for doing something you enjoy, and boy, did I enjoy fucking that 
little piece of cunt meat.  I've even kept some of the pictures for 
myself.  Maybe I'll pay her a private visit in a few months....