Chapter 32

George went away one happy camper; the black lady that Rico showed up with was old enough and experienced enough that he didn't feel like a pedophile -- and she was energetic and loud about how much she enjoyed their sex; despite the fact that she rode on top, cowgirl-style, and did most of the work, she had good things to say about him as a lover. She was up-front about being there for sex -- she was on her knees opening his pants and saying, "Let's see what you've got, here, Baby," right after the introductions -- but money never came up as a subject, which made George happy, since hookers made him VERY nervous.

She didn't hurry, either; she fluffed him to get him up and going, but didn't try to blow him to orgasm. Instead, once she had him good and hard, she dragged him into Rico's bedroom, stretched him out on his back, naked, and climbed on, bouncing energetically on his cock while Rico watched, grinning. And she came -- twice -- loudly -- which didn't hurt George's ego a bit!

Sure, her titties flopped a bit when she fucked, but George rather liked that -- it made her a real person. She had nice nipples, and her tits sagged, but they didn't droop; her nipples didn't hang off the bottom. George would have liked for her to be a little more meaty, like young Tabitha, but he really couldn't complain. Her big-lipped pussy gripped him and she bounced and rocked, and George lasted almost ten minutes despite feeling like he was going to blow any second for eight of it -- no, he couldn't complain at all!

When it was over and he'd rested a bit and pulled his pants back on, she gave him a little peck at the door and said, "Thank you, Baby." When she turned away, and George muttered at Rico, "I've REALLY got to look harder at black women..." she came back and said, "I might know a couple. They'd be bigger than me, but I think you need a mama anyway, don't you, Baby?" George blushed furiously and stammered something or another and got out of there.

Louise just smiled. "He's kind of cute."

Rico laughed. "I'm sure you made his whole day!"

"Good! Are you ready to make mine?"

"Sure."

They took it slow and easy, with Rico on top and Louise beneath him with her knees racked back to her shoulders. Rico was in no mad rush, and Louise was fine with that -- it was soon apparent that Rico had plenty of staying power, which was more important, since it led to more cums for her. When holding out any longer wasn't an option, Rico let go in her and collapsed atop her; Louise cuddled him and cooed and murmured, "Thank you, Baby. It's been a while since I've gotten good lovin' instead of just a quick pounding."

Rico rolled off her, but pulled her to him. "How long has it been since you and Fred...?"

''Months. Since about the time he started with that blonde. It's mutual -- we just don't have that kind of interest in each other any more. Too much water under the bridge. Mostly, I'm getting ready for the divorce."

"That's going to happen?"

I figure he's getting ready to spring it on me. He wants to get even with Damian and I -- as if we actually DID anything. I've got some surprises for him, though."

"Like what?"

Louise eyed him. "Are you sure you want to know? If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell HIM! It's him or me, Baby -- you need to be sure you know which side you're on. And there isn't any middle ground. If you come to me, I may want your help -- or more of it, anyway."

"More of it?" Rico blurted, confused.

"Ah, ah!" Louise waved a finger. "Not until I know whose side you're on!"

Rico reached out to capture one of Louise's breasts. "I think things are pretty clear."

"Are you sure? No fence-sitting allowed!"

"No, I'm good."

"Okay. Do you remember the incident with the young girls a few weeks back? The little one and the bigger one?"

"Yeah," Rico thought about it. "Fred hogged the big girl and went off with her..."

"Remember the first act with Fernando this evening? The two boys?"

"Yeah..."

"The girl was bait for a trap that made that look like a walk in the park! I have some incredible video of Fred being turned every which way but loose -- and apparently enjoying it!" Louise cackled.

"No kidding!"

"Nope. If you want to see it, I'll ask our electronics wizard to bring a disk sometime," Louise grinned.

"I guess that explains why he was acting weird the next day..." Rico mused.

"Uh huh."

"Okay, so what's this about me helping..." Rico asked.

"I heard that Fred told you he was having problems with his bookie."

"Yeah."

"Fred doesn't HAVE a bookie!"

"He doesn't? He was acting like he was gonna get his arm broken!" Rico muttered.

"Yeah, well, the boys turned the screws on him some. Fred didn't actually leave that day. Do you remember what you did, later? At that booth?"

"No way!" Rico gasped.

"Oh, yeah. That was Fred -- both ends!"

"Fuck!"

"What's more, he liked your dick so much that he's trying to get the boys to arrange for him to get a little gay sex party -- isn't that cute?" Louise laughed.

"I'll be damned! After all the shit he comes out with..."

"I told you Baby," Louise sighed. "He's totally two-faced! Look, I hope you don't think less of me, but I figure he owes me one. I want to do what that woman did tonight -- stand there watching his sorry ass while he takes it from both ends -- and make sure he knows it!" Her voice hardened. "I'm sure it's nasty and all that, but I want him scared to death I'll cough up his little secret -- too scared to divorce me until the boys are gone, for instance. And I want him to KNOW, up close and personal, that he's wearing a BIG rack of antlers to match the ones he's pinned on me!"

There was no mistaking the anger; Louise wanted her revenge, and she was going to get it! Given the shit she'd told him, Fred had a lot to answer for! "Man, I don't want to be on YOUR bad side!" Rico exclaimed.

"Well, you're not, Baby," Louise told him, cuddling up. "Let's get some sleep so you have a little something for me in the morning, okay?" She reached down to fondle his dick. "I'm hoping that you don't have any other girls out there that I might have to share you with. I have a lot of catching up to do -- and if you don't mind, I might need your help with Fred. I'm sure he's whipped his racism thing on you one time or another..."

"Yeah." Rico had been on the edge of Fred's circle of acquaintances -- and more than once he and some of his buddies had made it clear that while they were operating beneath their station, Rico was operating ABOVE his. It was all part of the persona -- and Fred tended to shuck it when he wanted something from you -- but it was there...

"So it might be fun for you to fuck me until my eyeballs fall out in front of him, then stick your gooey dick in his mouth?"

"Damn, Louise!" But it DID make his dick jump to think about it.

"Well, it's a fantasy right now, but it could happen..." Louise's head disappeared under the covers and his cock got wrapped in something warm and wet.

"I don't see how I can..." Rico gasped.

"I don't expect you to, Baby," Louise purred from under the covers, "Just enjoy it. I might fall asleep down here..."

As for Fred, he was in bed, jacking off. That white boy Clint didn't come downstairs; Fred didn't know what he and Terence were doing, but he was willing to bet that sleeping wasn't on the agenda for right away, and his imagination filled in the blanks enough to get him off.

And for the record, he was right...

There were a whole lot of displaced persons on Saturday morning. Toby wasn't home -- he slept with Marta -- but his mother was in the next room with Robert, anyway. Damian and Alyssa were with Candace. Lon was home, having gotten in late after dropping Sally off at home. Maddie was at Hank's, and Jean spent the night with Martin after all. Rick stayed over with Teela at her house -- and Jiang Yi spent her night in Frank's bed. Pietro spent the night at the Hayes, sleeping in Alyssa's empty bed. Clint shared Terence's bottom bunk -- which turned out to be precarious, since both of them were good-sized boys. And, last but not least, Louise spent her night in Rico's arms.

Jiang Yi was the only one who had to answer an alarm, so she was the first up -- or, maybe Frank was, if you want to look at it that way. Frank killed the alarm and swatted Jiang Yi on the ass, "Rise and shine, Woman -- time to fuck!"

Jiang Yi's initial squawk was just that -- initial. She came up off Frank's shoulder and went rooting for his dick without protest. "Throw back the covers -- I wanna watch," Frank directed. Jiang Yi did as she was told, then knelt up between his legs and wrapped her lips around his morning wood.

Frank tended to be slow to start in the morning -- the wood was there, but it wasn't particularly sensitive. Frank let her suck on it for a good ten minutes before he grunted, "Okat, turn around -- I'm gonna pop you doggie-style." Jiang Yi did as she was told. Frank marveled; it was as if the woman had lost that whiney, rasping voice of hers totally!

When he plugged into her, though, she started making noises -- grunts and gasps and such, while she threw her blocky ass back at him. "UH! Uh! UH! Uh! FUCK! Uh! FUCK!" she wailed, gasping.

"Like that shit, don't ya?" Frank panted. "I might keep your ass -- chain ya to the bedpost and fuck ya whenever I can get a hard on. You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"

"AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Thought so," Frank chuckled.

It took Frank a while to get there -- about three times as long as Jiang Yi, by the orgasm count. By the time Jiang Yi lit off the third time, Teela was standing in the doorway in an abbreviated nightie, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Jeezus, Poppa!"

"Shoe's on the other... waitaminnit... Yeah, shit! I'm blowin' a nut! Yaaaaah!!!" Frank changed horses in mid-stream when his cum arrived unexpectedly. After a moment, leaning on Jiang Yi, Frank puffed, "Shoe's on the other foot, huh? Did I wake you up? Tell your boyfriend to handle it, then -- at least y'all don't have to jack off!" He swatted Jiang Yi on the ass, "Awright, that's all you get for now, you nympho. Go get cleaned up. I figure your boss won't take, 'I was busy fuckin' Frank' for an excuse if you're late. Hurry your ass up, though -- I'm gonna want coffee..." Jiang Yi scrambled off the bed and hunted down her discarded clothing, not looking at anybody, then padded off to the bathroom.

"Poppa, you could say a kind word to her!" Teela huffed.

"Nah. She wouldn't know what to do with it," Frank opined. "I gave her what she needed. She thinks all men are assholes, anyway -- if I was to get nice on her, she'd want to run my ass. It ain't gonna happen. Trust me -- I got this one figured out."

"Well..."

Frank pursed his lips and looked away, making sure the blocky Oriental woman was out of earshot. "On another note, if I was to tell her to come back..."

Teela grinned. "So it was good?"

"Yah."

"She's got a daughter."

"I ain't fucking the daughter!"

"Poppa! I'm just saying..."

Frank rubbed his beard. "You know her? Maybe she should come up and stay the night while..."

"Yeah, maybe," Teela agreed.

"What's she gonna think? I'm not gonna want that one to get the upper hand..."

"I can talk to her about it, but she knows the score," Teela replied.

"What about your old man?"

Teela looked behind her -- Rick was three feet away, at most. "We'll think of something."

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yi bustled into the kitchen, where Teela and Rick were necking and trying indifferently to decide what to have for breakfast. "Oh! Sorry!"

"It's okay. We were waiting for you," Teela told her.

"Your poppa wants coffee..." Jiang Yi glanced around.

"Yeah, and I'm sure he told you to make it," Teela replied, shaking her head.

"Yes." Jiang Yi seemed to have more to say, but that's what she limited herself to.

"Okay, the pot is over there in the cupboard, and the coffee is behind me in the pantry. I could help, but..."

"Yes. I should do it." Jiang Yi fished out the pot. "A full one? How much coffee?"

"Full up," Teela agreed. "There is a scoop in the coffee can -- five scoops."

"Thank you." Jiang Yi busied herself with the pot and water.

While the pot filled, Teela noticed Jiang Yi's shoulders shaking. Waving Rick off, she approached the woman. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'm being silly." Jiang Yi wiped at her face.

"Didn't you have a good time?"

"Yes, I did. That's the problem, I guess."

"Why?"

"Because it won't happen again!" Jiang Yi wailed.

Rick opened his mouth, but Teela held up a finger. "Are you sure? Besides, Poppa treated you like a servant -- are you sure you want that?"

"I..." Jiang Yi looked away. "You have a man. You don't know..."

Teela smiled. "Maybe I do -- you'd be surprised! Why don't you just ask Poppa if you can come back?"

"And have him...?"

"You don't know he's going to be nasty..."

"He likes to be nasty," Jiang Yi replied. "I sort of like it that he is. But I couldn't take it..."

Frank wandered in and spied Jiang Yi. "You still here? You're gonna be late -- and I ain't supportin' your ass! Where's my coffee?"

"It isn't done yet." Jiang Yi wasn't meeting Frank's eyes.

"Slow, too." Frank shook his head. "Well, go on -- I can pour my own -- my arm ain't broke." Frank stood watching her as she exited the kitchen and got halfway across the living room, then added, "Bring your ass back tonight. You don't have to bring take-out, but if you don't, you gotta cook. Have your daughter call mine -- they can sleep over somewhere or somethin'." He cocked his head. "You got all that?"

Jiang Yi had frozen solid in the middle of the living room at "Bring your ass..." She seemed to have trouble getting her mouth to work, but eventually, a quiet "Yes," sounded from the living room.

"Good. Fuckin' couch is hard -- I guess I can use you to pad it while I watch TV. Go on, you're gonna be late if you keep standin' there like a statue..."

Jiang Yi ran out the door.

"Poppa, you are the meanest person..." Teela erupted.

"Fuck," Frank grunted, grinning. "Silly bitch is cryin' her eyes out, I bet -- but it ain't because she's unhappy..."

Teela took Rick upstairs to shower; she seldom showered alone these days, it seemed. "Sweetheart?" she asked as he soaped her back.

"Yes, Squirt?"

"Fuck you, too," Teela laughed. "We're going to have to adopt Sonya."

"Run that by me again?"

"You know, Sonya. Sonya Ho. We're going to have to take her in."

"You're not making a whole lot of sense, Squirt. Did your brain get wet?" Rick teased.

Teela chuckled. "I'm gonna talk REAL SLOW so you can understand, okay? You don't know Poppa like I know Poppa. Poppa had a good time last night -- a REAL good time! Ms. Ho is coming back tonight -- and probably tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next..."

"And that affects us, how?" Rick asked.

"We're going to end up with Sonya."

"We -- as in you and me?"

"Yes, that we. I'm so proud of you!" Teela teased.

"Why?"

"Well, because. Ms. Ho is gonna be over here cooking and cleaning and waiting on Poppa hand and foot -- and Sonya will need support, attention."

"So..."

"So, we're going to have to handle it."

"This sounds like something that is going to cut into our sex life," Rick grumbled.

"Well, mine, maybe," Teela agreed.

Rick frowned. "What?"

"Well, I'm probably going to have to share. Thank God she likes to lick..." Teela replied.

"Oh, no!"

"You're SUCH a complainer! Most boys would be thrilled to death!"

The argument went on until well after the water got cold...

Candace struggled out of bed next -- with some help from Damian -- pressed by the requirement to feed the 'thundering herd' as she called her houseguests. Alyssa was there to help, though, and the mask thing was over, at least. Lon, it turned out, would rather sleep than eat, having gotten home after midnight; that left Toby, Marta, Damian, Beth, Robert, and as an afterthought, Fernando. "What are we going to do to Fernando today?" Candace wondered aloud at the breakfast table.

"Not sure," Beth replied. "We should keep the pressure up, though. I just messed with him periodically overnight. He seems to be toasted to me, but I think we need to keep him hopping until sometime tomorrow. Marta?"

"How long has it been since he was washed and fed?" Marta asked.

"We slopped him yesterday with a little oatmeal -- made deliberately sticky," Candace related. "He hasn't been washed."

"We should probably do both," Marta muttered. "If he's too weak and hungry, nothing else may matter to him. Am I right?"

"Probably," Beth agreed. "Physical pain -- and mental anguish -- those should be at the forefront of his attention, I think."

"So. We give him a little food. We clean him up, so he doesn't smell like a goat. That should be unpleasant, I think," Marta mused.

Beth nodded. "Right again. He should probably have to earn his breakfast, too. Then what?"

Marta's grin was feral. "Then we should feed him some more of other men's seed -- from my womanhood, and perhaps directly." She turned to Toby. "Who do I owe?"

Toby thought about it. "Lon, Terence and Hank, directly. Robert here -- he's your doctor. Randy, for rushing over with the van to pick you up and for watching things that first night. After that, we get into guys who have helped torture him, like Fred and Vince and Eddie Ray and Rico."

"I need... impact. Something that will make him feel lower than dirt..." Marta mused. "I don't know these people -- are any of them black?"

"Several," Damian chuckled. "Big Bro, for instance -- Terence."

Toby nodded. "Terence was there -- he clocked Fernando and brought him down that night."

Damian nodded. "But Big Bro has a tender conscience -- he might not want to get involved in fucking anyone over, no matter how much he deserves it." After a moment's thought, he added, "Randy might be cool with it, though. What are you thinking?"

"I want to have sex with a black man in front of Fernando -- and make him clean it up. Perhaps more than that, if this Randy is amenable. Do you think he would allow Fernando to suck his manhood?"

The three males at the table exchanged glances. "Dunno," Damian replied. "You might have to negotiate that with him. I could put in a good word..."

"I gather that the four of you do not use men," Marta murmured. "Do we have anyone available who would take him anally again?"

Toby and Damian exchanged a glance. Damian, eyes hooded, muttered, "I can make a call."

"In the meantime, we've got a strap-on," Candace interjected. "It's more direct female abuse -- probably good for him."

"Yes," Marta nodded, musing. "I want him to be a cuckold -- to be comfortable with it. I want him to look to women for discipline and men for sex. Am I wrong in this?"

Beth and Candace locked glances. "No, I think that's the way," Beth murmured. "It's your best shot at permanent control."

"Let's get down to specifics," Candace suggested, bringing out a pad and a pencil. Together, they mapped out Fernando's day...

"Pa, it's Damian. You busy?" Damian asked Fred over the phone.

"Nah. What's up, Boy?"

"You know that dude you got called in for the other day?"

"Fuck! You know about that?" Fred gasped.

"Well, not a lot of detail, but yeah."

"Dammit..." Fred sighed. "Okay, so..."

"He, uh, needs another treatment. We got a couple of others to fill in and his old lady wants him to start looking forward to it..."

"Why don't you get your big brother? He's fuckin' some dude on the football team," Fred rasped.

"Big Bro's got a tender conscience," Damian replied. "Did I mention that you get to fuck his old lady -- in front of him?"

Fred froze. "What was that?"

"She wants to do the whole cuckold thing -- make him suck black dick, then fuck in front of him and make him suck the juice out of her after. We're breaking him, so he won't hurt nobody no more. She wants him to look forward to taking a dick, if possible."

"Fuck! You guys play rough!"

"Sometimes," Damian agreed.

"Awright. When?"

"This afternoon, sometime?"

"Okay." Fred was quiet long enough that Damian got ready to close the call, then: "How much do you know?"

"More than I want to, Pa. So does Big Bro."

"What about your mother?"

"I imagine she'd have said something by now if she did, don't you?" Damian lied.

"Yeah, no shit."

"Have Big Bro call me anyway, Pa -- the lady wants to fuck everybody who helped out. Besides, maybe we can talk him and Clint into partying with this dude after all."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Bye, Pa."

"Bye."

Toby called Randy. "Hey, are you busy?"

"Nope. Babysitting Brie and Maddie's little brother. They're watching TV."

"Okay. Alyssa will probably be home soon. Look, we need some help with Maddie's old man."

"Like what?"

"Well, her mom is in on things now and helping --and we need to put her in the driver's seat, you know?"

"Okay..."

"The idea is to mess up his head."

"Yeah, well, I wanted to screw with him, but you guys kind of limited it," Randy grumbled.

"Well, here's your chance," Toby told him. "Maddie's ma wants to fuck you -- in front of him. Maybe have him suck your dick."

"Gee, I..."

"It's not queer for you -- but it is for him," Toby assured him, "We want him to think he's worthless to women. He is, basically, anyway."

"Huh. Well..."

"She's a pretty decent fuck. I did her -- basically the same way."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She fucks sort of like Candace or Louise -- but less demanding. You'll like it." Toby slid right past the blowjob thing, deliberately misunderstanding Randy's concerns.

It worked. "Yeah, okay, when?"

"Later this morning? We want to keep him busy today. Basically, we've got today and tomorrow to crank his head around. I'll ask Damian to take Alyssa home around ten," Toby told him.

"Yeah, cool. See you then."

Meanwhile, Candace, Beth, and Marta went down to visit Fernando. "So, Pussy Boy -- want some breakfast?" Beth asked.

Fernando cranked his head back to look up at the owners of the three pair of bare feet in front of him, but Candace put her foot on his head and pushed it back down. "Don't look at us! You aren't even allowed to LOOK at pussy at this point, you fuck!" He ended up with his head turned to the side with a bare foot on his ear, looking up at them through one eye. "Now answer the question!"

"Yes," Fernando croaked.

"Yes, WHAT?"

"Yes, please."

"Ask your mistress," Beth instructed him. "Marta owns you now. You can try to hide it in public -- if she lets you -- but behind closed doors in your home, her word is law! Do you understand, Pussy Boy?"

"Yes." There didn't seem to be any other answer.

"Ask your mistress if you can have breakfast," Candace reiterated.

Fernando's one visible eyeball shifted to his wife. "May I have breakfast? Please?"

"I don't know..." Marta pretended to think. "You have to earn it. Where can we do this?"

"The pool table, I think," Beth replied. There wasn't really any 'I think' about it -- they'd worked it all out in advance -- but Fernando didn't know that. "Let's get him up."

Candace circled around and deliberately kicked Fernando in the side. "Just so you don't get any ideas. I could probably get a ten-year-old to whip your ass, Pussy Boy, so don't fuck with us!"

"Yes, yes! Okay, okay!" Fernando panted. Beth took his hands and Candace took his feet, unbinding him, then they linked his hands before him and marched him out from behind the curtain to the pool table. "Get up on that, on your back," Candace directed. There was a mat on the table, covering the top and melding with the hard edge. "Put your ass at the edge!" Fernando did as he was told.

"Now watch this," Marta instructed. Candace appeared with the strap-on and began buckling it on Marta. "I'm going to get even for one of those sorry fucks you've given me -- just one of many. See if you can enjoy it. While I'm doing it, you are going to suck the pussies of these nice ladies here -- make sure they enjoy it! Do you understand, you asshole? If you don't do a good job, you don't eat!"

"Yes. Yes, I understand..." Fernando groveled.

"You're lucky," Candace told him. "We're gonna lube her up because we don't want to ruin you for your boyfriends -- or hers..." She dribbled lube on the dildo, spread it around, and came to Fernando with sticky hands. "Spread 'em! Open up! The more you cooperate, the easier it will be!"

Fernando followed instructions to the letter; from his perspective, after the last couple of days he wasn't even sure if his asshole closed any more! Certainly, it had no problem opening... "That's a good boy!" Candace purred, sliding a finger inside him. "You like that, don't you?" Fernando didn't know whether to agree with her or keep his mouth shut; since she didn't prompt him for an answer, he stayed silent. Preparation didn't last long; very quickly, Candace stepped back and told Marta, "Okay, have a fuck!"

The blunt head of the dildo hurt, and Marta was initially aggressive with it, but she backed off -- Fernando didn't see Beth wave her off. It was smooth, too, which helped... "Play with your little pee-pee," Marta jeered. "I want you to enjoy this. I'm going to keep fucking you until you squirt your seed, so you'd better get to work!"

Meanwhile, Beth settled over his face. "Let's feel that tongue! If I don't cum, you don't eat!"

Knowing what they were doing to him didn't help; Fernando had no will to resist. He was totally beaten -- cowed. He would do what these women wanted. He would do what Marta wanted. He could see the rest of his life before him, and it was a pit, the slippery sides of which he would never, ever escape. He sucked and licked and accepted the hard length of plastic in his ass -- and masturbated -- and time stood still while first the bigger woman, then the smaller one rode his face, urging him to further efforts until their womanhood spasmed in his face from his efforts. Somewhere in there, he spewed his seed across his chest and stomach -- but he didn't stop masturbating; he kept on, trying to eke some pleasure out of it and the rhythmic pounding of his ass. And somehow, it was all right...

The second woman crawled off his face and he beheld his wife, looking tired and disheveled. "You took too long doing that!" she ranted, swatting him on his stomach, splashing his seed all over. You need to get better at satisfying women -- a LOT better!" She backed off, extracting the dildo from his abused anus. One of the women helped her out of the harness, then she strode to the table and stuck her cum-sticky hand in Fernando's face. "Here -- this is yours. Lick it off!"

Another humiliation. If Fernando had been counting, he had no idea what the number would be -- but it was well beyond anything he could deal with. Shamed, he licked his seed from his wife and keeper's fingers. When he was done, Marta climbed up to squat over him. "Now, do me -- and be quick about it! Don't mess around like you did with the girls!" Fernando put his tired tongue in gear, sucking and licking, putting his remaining strength into making his mistress and spouse happy.

When she'd panted out a cum, Marta climbed off, complaining. "You're slow! You'd better figure out how to make me happy or you're going to be living for hours at a time with your nose in my womanhood!" Turning to the other women, she grunted, "Feed him -- we don't want to hear the excuse that he's too weak to do what he's supposed to!"

Fernando's breakfast -- more sticky oatmeal -- had been cooling on the stove for the half-hour they abused him, so it was nice and cool. Beth and Marta marched him back behind the curtain while Candace went upstairs to get it and bring it down. Slamming the mounded plate on the floor, she announced, "Eat your slop, Pig!" There were no utensils; Fernando gave silent thanks that they allowed him the use of his bound hands...