Beatrice walked slowly across the massive family. She turned down a dorm and then entered a small bedroom. She looked around and noticed her father had changed cypher. She saw her childhood played out on her walls. fountainhead, a little of her childhood, the part where her Mom was here, and she was well-chosen, the rest of her scant life was misery and preparation. She knelt and then sat in the midsection of the floor, her peg crossed and her arms resting on her knees. She took a deep breathing space and started to rivet on the anger, the hurt, the sadness. She felt the baron head start to simmer again deep within her young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the addresses. This was the street, he wondered what he would retrieve at her business firm. He was so hoping he would not find this untried lady friend in a dumpster somewhere. He noticed the numbers pool getting close and then he saw the sign. He pulled into the vacate driveway and stopped on the English of the family in battlefront of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some kind in the back. He opened the wooden logic gate and stepped into the yard. He saw a consortium and a deck that attached to the theatre. It was covered and very gracious. He also noticed a sliding door on the deck leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck and tried to open the door. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small spell of metal from his sack. The lock clicked, and he slid the doorway undefendable. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The living room was connected, and he stepped forward. His heart skipped when he saw the physical structure. It was small and squeeze halfway under the couch. He moved closer, praying he would see front. The miss was modest but her smooth body was covered in black writing. Holy Scripture that were vulgar and names. He also noticed bruise and cuts across the dorsum of her pegleg. He reached tentatively under the sofa and felt for her neck. His digit found the English of her pharynx and he was relieved to feel a pulse. It was substantial and steady. Well, she was a goon fiddling thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her articulatio humeri were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her face was puffy and bruised. He rolled her onto her back and his breath caught in his throat. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out punishment, so he had seen many people that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so haywire it broke his gist. This was a youngster and her body looked destroyed. Her face was a mess. Her left eye was swollen shut and her right wing was not much better but looked like it could maybe open. Her titty were red and bruised and she had bull's eye across her stomach. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to be active a lock of her hair off of her face.

He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her right eye opened slowly. Her lips were cut and swollen but they started moving. He heard a lowly vocalisation and he leaned in closer.

"Please, no more."He heard her whisper and he felt tears gather in his eyes.

"sister, you can make relaxed. You are rubber now."He said slowly.

He saw her eye feel at him and then a small grin appeared across her well boldness. She took a late breath and closed her eye. He grabbed his earpiece and dialed. The man answered quickly.

"Mr. Joe, I found her. Yes, she was in her house. Yes, she is live, but she is a mess."Frankie listened to the instructions and slip his sound into his pocket.

Frankie looked around the living room and noticed a blanket strewn across the spinal column of the couch. He grabbed it and wrapped it carefully around her. Her consistency was limp, and her arms hung down as he lifted her and carried her to the car. He placed her gently in the back seat. He slid into the driver's seat and grabbed the steerage wheel, trying not to break it in his right manpower. He wanted, no, he needed to find who did this. He drove slowly back to the massive house.

Frankie walked through the large door into the parlor. The girl was still gimp, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the offspring missy's brass. She touched the injure left field nerve and ran her soft finger across the swollen face. The girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the small little girl exposed her redress eye and look at her in fear. Beatrice noticed realization in her eye and the girl smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the girl's arm, placing it across her pocket-sized body. She grabbed the girl's soft deal, noticing it was one of the few torso parts that was not damaged.

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry, but you are safe now. We have you."Beatrice said and squeezed her hand gently.

"Thank you."She heard the small whisper and the eye closed.

"Frankie, admit her to the field of study. The medico is waiting. Thank you for finding her."Beatrice said and looked at the Brobdingnagian man.

"Yes, maam. Would it be ok if……."Frankie started but stopped as Beatrice touched his arm.

"Yes, Frankie, you will be coming with me."She said softly.

"Thank you, Miss Beatrice."Frankie said and started to the study.

Beatrice turned and walked back into the position. Her don was on his laptop and Mandy was sleeping on the couch. Her male parent looked up as she entered.

"Daddy, I am going to shower down and get dressed. I will postulate to observe all of it when I return."She said.

"Yes, sweetheart, I will have it ready. He is at the bar."Joe said.

"commodity, does it expect like he will be there a while ?"She asked.

"Yes, he just arrived, and they look very comfortable."He said.

"Ok, I will be back shortly. Can you reach out to Uncle John Lackland and bring him up to speed ?"Beatrice asked as she turned.

"Yes, already done, he will have his guys ready, and he said you would have as often sentence as you need."Joe said.

"Thank you, Daddy."She said and left the room.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her foresighted blond hair. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it in near her wax breast. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Was she ready ? Mister J said she needed more time, but she had to occur back. She would possess to be ready. She closed her eye and took a deep breath.

Joe looked up and pick up his breather in his throat as he saw her pass in. She was stunning. Her whisker was farseeing and curled around her soft shoulder. The wearing apparel was incredible, black and silky. The top was a deeply V, her cleavage gorgeous but not over the top. The dress landed ripe above her stifle but the slit on the right field made its way well up her hanker leg. He noticed the Joseph Black stockings and the hound. Yes, she was stunning. He thought she looked a lot like her mother and he smiled.

Beatrice sat in the chair near the desk, crossing her farsighted pegleg. She smoothed the attire and pulled it to enshroud the top of her stocking. The dress was perfect, it would do its job. Men like Tony are so childlike when it comes to this theatrical role. She smiled and looked at her Dad.

"Daddy, can you start from the beginning ?"She asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, we have footage of the Christmastime party, the bachelor party, and the incident at the bar."He said as he typed.

"Yuletide party ?"She asked.

"Yes, he had a Dec 25 party at his house and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the mother. She was not sure, and we don't have surveillance in the sleeping room. We were not sealed of the Mom's involvement, we think there is a farseeing account between her and Tony."He said, and the screen came to life.

"Is that why he chose Cassie ?"Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving beverage at the Christmas party and huisache drinking some sort of pink drink.

"We think so, he knew about her and we think he just decided to act one day. He went on a service of process yell to her house, which he hadn't done in years."Joe said.

Beatrice watched the scenery unfold as Tony worked the way and then talk to sweet acacia's family and then introduce her to a group of men. There was nothing sinister here as far as she could tell.

"Daddy, do we know if anything happened during the Noel party ?"Beatrice asked.

"Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the with child black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a chain of hotels and was in negotiation with Tony for a boastfully contract bridge. He signed it the day after the party."Joe said.

"That is not anything out of the ordinary."Beatrice said and turned to her father.

"Well, no, but we know that Cassie stayed at Tony's overnight as we saw her there early in the morn. We saw quite a bit early in the sunup as we do feature surveillance in the kitchen."Joe said and hit a few keys.

Beatrice saw the kitchen and then saw cassie walk into the kitchen with the orotund mordant man. She was wearing a short red silky gown. Tony was sitting at the table. She saw Tony compass behind cassie and slide his hand under her robe. huisache got them all coffee tree and then went back in the kitchen and made breakfast. Beatrice saw Tony hug Cassie and then slap her ass. This did not look the same as what she saw earlier. Then she saw Acacia farnesiana pedestal and Tony slide her robe off her body. Her physical structure was unbelievable, smoothen, firm and not showing any polarity of abuse.

Beatrice then saw Cassie kneel between Bertrand's legs and swallow one of the biggest black pecker she had ever seen. She saw him unload into her mouth and then Tony laid her on the table. Both men proceeded to get across her small body with kiss and hands and Beatrice watched Cassie orgasm on the kitchen table. She then saw both men fuck the blonde 16 twelvemonth old hard on the mesa. mimosa bush looked like she slept for a little and then Tony led her upstairs.

"Daddy, is that all there is ?"She asked.

"Yes, baby, that is all we have from the Christmas party. Next would be the bachelor party."He said.

"Ok, start that one from the beginning."She said and turned to the screen.

I woke up on a bed. The first thing I noticed was that I was in a beautiful elbow room. The walls were dainty, and the piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. The adjacent thing I noticed is that my body was incredibly sore. I looked around and saw a man in a egg white coat standing across the room working on something. I tried to babble but my throat was so sore all that came out was a strange sound.

"Well, look who's awake ?"The man in the white coat said and walked over to me.

I looked at him, but I noticed I could not see as much as I normally do. I tried to turn my read/write head and then I really couldn't see.

"It's ok, your give eye and cheek are bandaged. They will be fine in prison term but for now you are a pirate."He said and smiled.

I tried to laugh but my abdomen hurt so a good deal I coughed instead.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I should throw not made you laugh. My bad."He said.

I concentrated and found I was capable to whisper.

"Where am I ?"I whispered.

"You are in the home of Joe Winthrop."He said.

"Tony ?"I said softly and looked around.

"No, he is not here. You are safe now."The man said, grabbing my hand.

I took a deep breathing spell and looked at him.

"You will be very sore for a brace of days, but you will be fine. You have no broken clappers and you will heal completely."He said, squeezing my hand.

I just looked at him.

"Oh, and we got rid of the dictionary that was all over you."He said and smiled.

I thought for a minute and then I remembered all the wrangle that were all over my eubstance. I looked back at him.

"Thank you."I said softly.

"Not a problem, sweetheart. You need to rest now."He said and put my deal on the blanket over my chest.

I thought I remembered something and then I saw her case looking down at me. Her blonde hair hanging across her pretty grimace, her heart worried but strong. I remember her talking to me and I remembered feeling like I would be ok. I looked back at the man.

"Beatrice ?"I whispered.

"Yes, she is here. You can see her later, you need to rest."He said.

I felt a minuscule fearfulness, she was here, I needed to be with her before something else happened. I looked at the door, expecting to see Tony and his bozo walking in and clobbering the nice man in the white coat. I started to panic and started to sit up.

"Relax, you need to rest."The man said and grabbed my arms.

"No, Beatrice, now."I said and looked at him, I could feel myself getting stronger with the ire and fear.

He shook his forefront slowly and helped me off the bed. My bare metrical foot hit the soft storey and then I tried to tolerate. My legs were wobbly and felt weak. I started to cry and sat back down. I looked up at the man as the bout ran down my cheeks.

"Help me."I said softly.

His oculus looked glassy, but he wrapped his arm around me and lifted me to my feet.

"Give it a minute, get used to standing."He said calmly.

I felt my legs start to relax and break off wobbling. I took a deep breathing time and stood up straight. My tummy ached terribly as did my shoulders. I took a small step and felt ok. He walked with me as we made our way out of the room and down the hall. I was walking better and now just holding his arm for backing.

"One to a greater extent corner."He said and guided me to the right.

I saw a huge parlor and then a large oak door. He led me to the room access and pulled it open. I heard what sounded like a movie and then my heart felt glad. Beatrice was sitting in a chair and she was beautiful. She looked like a blonde goddess dressed in total darkness. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up slowly and walked over to me. She took my hands and looked me in the eyes, well, the one I could open.

"looker, you should be resting."Beatrice said softly.

"Sorry, but I wanted to be in here with you. I need to warn you."I said, my part cracking.

She smiled sweetly and squeezed my hands.

"baby lady friend, you are something else. I am assuming you are talking about Tony and his crew. I am well aware of what he has done."Beatrice said, and I saw her eyes darken as she finished the statement.

I nodded and then looked over to the couch. Mandy was standing there and holding her arms out to me. I looked back at Beatrice and she motioned to the sofa. I turned and stepped into Mandy's arms. Her embrace was warm and felt like a blanket around my sore body.

"Can I continue in here with you guys ?"I whispered.

"Yes, sister, you can sit here with me."Mandy said and sat down, pulling me onto the lounge next to her.

She put her arm around me and I snuggled up future to her, feeling safe for the beginning time in a retentive while. Beatrice sat back down and then I looked up at the screen door. It was footage from the bar. I saw myself on my back on a mesa. A man was fucking me, holding onto my second joint. Another man was standing next to me and he hit me across the venter with a pool cue. I must own been out of it as I didn't react. I felt myself flinch a piffling and Mandy held me tighter.

Beatrice was watching intently as the men in the bar fucked me for another 20 mo. I noticed they flipped me over onto my stomach and a few of them fucked me from behind. I could not tell if they were in my ass until of them pulled back and then it was obvious. I saw the cum flowing out of my butt and down my leg. I heard a loud chap and then a man appeared on the screen with a broken cue stick.

The man behind me laughed and grabbed the broken peg. It was the thick end and it was splintered at the break of serve, the piece looked to be a twosome of feet long. I watched through my one eye as the man took the cue stick and pushed it into my butt. It slid in easily and he stepped back and slapped the man next to him in the rachis as they laughed. I watched them walk away, the cue control stick embedded deep in my butt.

The screen went dark and I heard Beatrice hire a bass breath. We all watched her stand slowly and smoothen out her pretty attire. She looked like an angel to me, her blonde whisker cascading over her articulatio humeri made her look like she was glowing. She looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"Daddy, I will be going now. Frankie will be coming with me. Please let Uncle John know we are on the way. No one leaves until we get there."Beatrice spoke, her part calmness and strong.

"Yes, baby, I will let him know."Joe said.

I looked at Beatrice and then at the man in the wheelchair who was obviously her Church Father. Beatrice turned and walked toward the door.

"Be careful honey."Joe said.

"Always daddy."Beatrice said as she walked out without turning around.

I looked up at Mandy.

"What is happening ?"I asked.

"B is going to consider precaution of the situation."Mandy said.

"I don't understand, she will get hurt."I said, and I felt my heart start to race.

Mandy chuckled and looked over at Joe. She looked back at me with a grin on her face.

"She will be okay steady. Beatrice is a lot More than you have seen."Mandy said.

I looked over at the man and he smiled but it did not front like a sure-footed grinning. He looked more like a very pertain father.

Beatrice looked over at Frankie, he was driving the stop number limit, but his arms were rippling, and his neck looked red.

"Frankie, are you all right ?"Beatrice said.

"Yes, Miss B, I am fine."Frankie said through clenched teeth.

"Frankie, I need you to be calm for me."Beatrice said.

Frankie turned his principal to her and Beatrice saw his eyes were glassy.

"fille B, she is a youngster and these…animals beat her to a pulp. That is legal injury on so many levels. I am struggling to understand how people could do something like that."Frankie said, his vox cracking.

Beatrice touched Frankie's massive forearm and he felt a small surge of warmth flow through his arm and to his thorax. He took a deeply breath. He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue eye sparkled in her jolly brass. He felt himself calming down.

"Thank you, Miss B."Frankie said.

"You are receive Frankie. You will bear your here and now, although Tony is mine. The chief at the bar will need some attention, I am certainly you will be capable to throw yourself sense better."Beatrice said, her script still on his forearm.

"Thank you again, Miss Beatrice."Frankie said.

Frankie pulled the car over to the kerb in front of the bar, noticing immediately the two prominent blackness men standing on either side of the room access to the bar. He walked around the car and opened the door. Beatrice turned and placed her foot on the ground, her dress opening slightly. She felt the eyes of the large bouncers fixate on her thigh as she slid out of the car. She smiled at them as she stood slowly. She took Frankie's arm and started to walk to the door. She looked up at the man on the right. He reached out and opened the door.

"Thank you very much, sweetheart."Beatrice said, and looked into his eyes.

They walked through the door into the crowded bar. Beatrice stood out like a glare among the typical bar patrons and the bunch parted to let the mates move through. She felt heart on her as she walked confidently through the crowd. They approached the insignificant nigrify threshold at the binding of the bar. There was another large man standing in front of the door. He looked at Frankie and then down at Beatrice.

"Hello sir, we have a meeting with Tony. If you would be so kind to let him know we are here."Beatrice said in a sugariness voice.

The man disappeared through the door. Beatrice turned and looked out at the bar. It was a typical crowd, a few somewhat girls but a lot of sad-looking guy rope and most of them were staring at her.

"Nice crowd."Beatrice said.

"Yeah, they look like they have seen better days."Frankie said under his breath.

Beatrice chuckled.

"Frankie, be nice."She said and chuckled again.

They turned as the door opened and the bombastic man held it surface for them. They walked through into a boastfully room. She recognized it immediately as she looked around. It was relatively dour, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the crowd, almost all guys, most impaired but she saw a few bright eyes looking back at her. The skinny one in the red shirt was carrying, she noted as they walked slowly to the bar.

She saw Tony sitting towards the properly side of the way at a tabular array with two other men. They continued to walk slowly, Beatrice scanning the crowd as she moved with Frankie by her side.

I looked at the blind and saw Beatrice walk into the bar where I was attacked. My breathing spell caught in my bureau and I looked at Mandy. Mandy was watching the screen closely as was Joe.

"Oh no, this is not good."I said.

"It's ok honey."Mandy said and squeezed my hand.

"Joe, she will be ok, right ?"Mandy said, her voice hopeful.

"Yes, so far, so good. The kid in the red shirt is carrying and she picked it up right away. nearly of these guys are drunk. There are a few that could be problem, but she is picking them out."Joe said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I looked back at the cover and all I saw was Frankie and Beatrice walking up to the bar. She slipped up on a bar commode as did Frankie future to her. Most of her leg was exposed as she sat, I noticed plenty of guys turn and look and I felt the fear grow.

Beatrice sat on the bar stool and turned to Frankie.

"I will need you to remain here as I go and talk to Tony. There is a large scattergun behind the bar, I need you to make certainly he doesn't get to use it."She said softly, leaning towards Frankie.

Frankie nodded and looked at the bartender and caught his eye. He started over, he was balding but looked very powerful. This could be fun. The bartender stopped in front and looked at Frankie.

"What'll it be ?"He said, ignoring the untried blonde.

"2 Maker's Marks on the rock candy, please."Beatrice said.

The bartender turned to look at the cute young blond who just walked in with a huge black man. Such a ignominy, he thought.

"wellspring, the petty lady knows her bourbon."The bartender said and reached for two highball glasses.

He dropped three ice cubes in each shabu and poured the brown liquid state halfway up each. He skid the drinks to the blond and her black man.

"Thank you, sir."The blonde said, and he thought she looked a little different than the fixture trim that hung out around here.

Beatrice watched the slimy bartender walk away and turned again to Frankie.

"I am going to babble to Tony now. You join me after you deal with him."Beatrice whispered in his ear as she stood following to him.

"Yes, Miss Beatrice, be careful."Frankie said and looked int her eyes.

"Always Frankie."She said and walked away.

The men in the bar were mesmerized by the hot Pres Young blonde that was walking slowly through them. Her tits were unbelievable, pushing the black slinky dress out in the front. The ass was nice too but those legs, the sinister stockings peeked out occasionally as the dent opened, adding to the package. Her black cad screamed"fuck me"as she made her way through the crowd.

Beatrice felt the eyes and heard the crude input. She noticed the close kid in the red shirt slide closer to Tony's board. She noticed no one else that was grave. Most of them were drunk. She walked up to Tony's table.

I was terrified as I watched Beatrice walk through the crowd alone. The men were large and scarey and I actually recognized a few of them from the Night I was gang-raped in that very room. I squeezed Amanda's paw and I felt her hug me tighter. Beatrice approached Tony's tabular array. I noticed there was a pool postpone very near, the same pool table I just watched myself get fucked on for about 30 minutes and then a cue stick shoved in my ass. She walked up to the mesa and I saw Tony wait up at her.

"Beatrice, it is so nice to see you and you look lovely."Tony said and stood up.

Tony reached out and took her low hand in his. He shook it gently and then led her to a chair which he pulled out with his early mitt. Beatrice sat, crossing her long legs slowly. She felt Tony's middle locked on her peg. She looked up at him and smiled. Tony sat down and started to introduce the two men at the table.

"Beatrice, this is Joe, he is my foreman and my right-hand man."Tony said.

Beatrice smiled at the man as she noticed the bulge under his shirt, shoulder holster, left shoulder, right-handed. The man smiled back at her, but all Beatrice could see was the creature that punched Cassie repeatedly while he gave her to his altogether work party all night long. She felt the power surge within her, her muscles and beware feeding off the anger.

"Beatrice, this is Jimmy. He works in our strawman office."Tony said and motioned to the other man at the table.

Beatrice looked at this man and saw softness. He was turgid as to the highest degree of the hombre in here, but he was not a problem for her at all. In fact, she figured he wouldn't even get out of his death chair. She smiled at him and then looked back to Tony.

"So, Beatrice, what brings you in here looking so luscious tonight ?"Tony said.

Beatrice saw it in his heart, the lust, she could almost see inside his head. He was thinking of bending her over the table and drilling her from behind. She saw him swallow and have intercourse she was right, she could almost hear his prick solidification. This was getting easier and easier. She placed her ice on the table.

"Well, Tony, I have a friend who is in a little bit of problem and I was hoping you would be able to shed some visible light on her situation."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Certainly honey, I would be well-chosen to help. Who is your friend ?"Tony said.

"She is a topical anaesthetic high school student. Her public figure is Cassie."Beatrice said, looking Tony straight in the eyes.

Beatrice saw Tony flinch and she watched his face turn slightly, the pleasantness all but gone.

"Yes, she has done a little piece of work for me lately. What is going on ?"Tony said.

"Yes, I am mindful she was at your Yule company, but I was really interested in what happened at the bachelor-at-arms political party and then a couple of night ago right here in this bar."She said, looking him right in the eyes.

"Beatrice, I have to admit those two upshot got a little out of hired hand, but she was very well when I last saw her."Tony said.

"Yes, when she left here she was all right and dandy."The man with the shoulder holster said with a chuckle.

Beatrice turned to him and she saw him place the broken cue stick on the table, rolling it slowly under his decent hand. She saw the broken end and saw the figure of Cassie lying on the pool table with that accurate stick embedded in her Cy Young body.

"Really ? So I saw her just recently and she did not look alright and dandy."Beatrice said to the man and then turned to Tony.

"I really don't know what could hold happened to her honey, is she alright ?"Tony said, adding headache in his voice.

Beatrice looked at him, he was good. The animal was looking right at her and lying through his teeth, all the patch with a smile on his typeface. She took a recondite breath and focused the energy.

"Well, I am wondering if possibly she could let gotten abused over there on that table by a few of these guys and actually with that exact stick."Beatrice said.

"Beatrice, are you accusing my crew of a crime ?"Tony said, his chest rising.

"Yeah, be careful little girlfriend. You are a tasty lilliputian matter and I would hate for anything to happen to you."The man said, lifting the broken stick.

"Yes, Tony, I guess I am. Do you deny that she was hurt here ?"Beatrice said calmly.

Tony looked her straight in the middle and smiled.

"Yes, I am denying that she was hurt here."He said, and she heard the man with the marijuana cigarette chuckle.

Beatrice took a rich breath. She glanced at the man, he smiled a arch grinning. She looked at Tony and he was poised to stand.

"Ok then, no more talking."Beatrice said.

As the last Book left her oral cavity her lead hand shot out and lay to rest itself into Tony's throat. She felt the windpipe crunch beneath her fingers and the cracked mouthwash strait as he crumbled. The early man started to tolerate as Beatrice ripped the control stick from his hand and buried it into his right berm. The blood splattered over the table and her. He screamed and grabbed the joint. She grabbed her glass and turned quickly, firing the looking glass towards the crowd. The cheeseparing kid in the red shirt saw it about a secondly before it struck him in the brow, a sickening crunch and then he fell to the floor.

Beatrice grabbed Tony by the hair and pulled him to his genu. She was behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Tony, you have gone too far. The fille was a nestling and you hurt her terrible."She whispered.

Tony struggled but could not speak, fighting to get air into his lungs.

"But Tony, do you acknowledge the real reason I am here ?"She said to him.

Tony looked up at her, shaking his head word no. Beatrice smiled and put her hands on the side of his foreland, almost looking like a caress. She looked at the crowd that was gathering. She spoke slowly but loudly enough for all to hear.

"There is only one Rose."She said and twisted her hands.

The crowd gasped as Tony's head spun around, the crackling of neck ivory echoing through the bar. She released him, and he fell nerve first on the concrete base. Beatrice stepped around the organic structure and looked at the bunch. She opened her arms, the blood spattered on her arms, nerve, and chest.

"Anybody ?"She said.

"shtup bitch, I will kill you."A large, bearded man lunged forward at her.

He threw a immense the right way clenched fist at her and she dropped slightly, grabbing his right radiocarpal joint with her left hand, and twisting. She drove her properly fist into his cubitus from below and it bent the incorrectly way. The man screamed and fell to the primer coat. She stood over him and buried her right blackguard deep into his crotch. He gurgled and collapsed into a small ball.

She turned as another man rushed at her, both arms out. She fell to her knee joint and fired her proper fist into his stomach. She felt the air leave his body and he fell to his knees. She grabbed him by the hair's-breadth and pulled his pass down as she drove her right stifle up. The sounds of ivory snap echoed through the room. The man fell backwards, his side gushing blood.

She looked at the room. No one was moving. She looked at the table and saw Frankie standing next to the man with the spliff in his chest, his large hand on the man's shoulder. Frankie was holding a large scattergun. She smiled and nodded.

I realized I was staring at the screenland with my oral cavity hanging give. I looked at Amanda and she was doing the same. I looked at Mr. Joe and he was leaning back in his president with a big smiling on his face. She heard him whisper.

"That a girl."The man in the wheelchair said under his breath.

I looked back at the screen and saw Frankie holding the front of the man's shirt with his left hand while his right mitt repeatedly struck the man in the fount. I noticed his left-hand eye was getting pummeled and his face was starting to bruise. Beatrice was talking to a man in a uniform. I noticed there were a lot of men in uniforms, why had I not noticed them before ? The crowd was thinning as men were being led out in handcuffs.

"Amanda, what just happened ?"I said.

Amanda looked back at me with a big grinning on her face.

"The passkey returned."She said softly and hugged me.

epilogue

Haylie was staring at me like a lost puppy from across the limousine. I laughed at her.

"Relax, silly."I said and reached for her hand.

"sweet acacia, this is crazy, this car, all of this. What is this ?"My friend said.

"Well, this is my booster Beatrice, and this is her car. That man drive is my friend Frankie and you and I are going for a makeover."I said and giggled.

Haylie looked around and Beatrice smiled at her. I noticed she relaxed, Beatrice has a way of doing that. The tremendous car traveled a few more than miles and stopped. I looked out and saw the familiar workshop. Frankie opened the room access, held out his helping hand, I grabbed it and I scooted out. I hugged him again, I do that a lot now. He wrapped his big arm around me and it felt great.

Haylie got out and Beatrice led us to the door. She opened it and we all went inside. I recognized the shop, but not the girl at the front desk. She smiled at us and got up immediately, scampering to the vertebral column of the storehouse. I heard a shrill scream and then saw France flying to the front. The little man stopped in front of Beatrice, his hands wringing over his chest, looking terrified.

"hi, Frances."Beatrice said sweetly.

"hi, fille Beatrice. How may I be of service ?"Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault said, his vocalisation cracking.

Beatrice reached out and took his hands in hers. She looked at him and he relaxed.

"Frances, you will be finely. I trust you and I think we understand each other, proper ?"Beatrice said.

"Thank you, Miss Beatrice, yes, I understand completely. We will run the store exactly as you wish."Anatole France said.

"Excellent, now you remember Cassie, right ?"Beatrice said, turning as she nodded at me.

"Oh absolutely, how could one block such a prefect creature."Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault said and squealed.

Beatrice laughed.

"This is her friend Haylie, they are here for the works."Beatrice said.

French Republic moved quickly to Haylie, grabbing her farseeing embrown hair and running his fingerbreadth through it. She looked nervous but I smiled at her and she relaxed a little.

"My Bible, Miss Cassie, you have friends that are as lovely as you. She is precious."France said as he ran his piano digit across her cheek.

"Ok, Frances, they are yours for the good afternoon. I will be back to get them at 6:00, we have a dinner reservation at 6:30 and the field of operations afterwards."Beatrice said and I saw Haylie gasp.

I giggled as Frances took my hand and drug Haylie and I to the back.

"Yes, Miss Beatrice, they will be ready."He said over his shoulder.

I looked back and saw Beatrice and Frankie standing there, smiling. I felt my heart warm as Frances pulled us through the doors.

My sundress hit the trading floor about a mo later, my panties close behind. Frances squealed again as he looked at me.

"beau ideal, you are a goddess, sweet Cassie."He said as one of his girls wrapped a silken gown around me.

I heard Haylie pant and I looked as she was trying to handle her fiddling boobs as her panties fell around her mortise joint. French Republic took her hands and looked at her, her boobs small but strong, her pussy covered in a fragile coating of dark hair.

"mantrap, do not ever be ashamed of this body, you are unbelievable and absolutely gorgeous."Frances said as he lifted her hands.

Haylie relaxed, and a gown ended up around her as well. Frances turned and screamed.

"noblewoman, chopper, chop shot, we have work to do. We have three hours and these girls are getting the works."He said, and four ladies appeared out of nowhere.

Haylie looked at me with a unquiet smiling. I smiled back at her.

"You're gon na bed this."I said .