...hours of monotomy and the bitch painted like a whore on a rainy day stopped behind shuffling her feet all those years wasted, so young so beautful she might of spent all her life like a machine that what they were, those niggers just a machine, a human tool in the factory. She, she alyed back and whispered " fuck me" repeating it louder and louder, while some old fat bastard floundered like a beached whale on top of her. Where was the justice. She deserved so much more why had she thrown it away, she cursed herself her life but...