He questioned as he drove. Pornhat She wasn’t going anywhere fast, and she had no control over it. Again, he wrote in the file, “and where do you live, Angel.”
“At home,” she responded, annoyed, “look, I’m supposed to get a phone call. His grip on her throat tightened, “look down, whore,” he commanded more sternly. She saw the anger in his eyes, and her own eyes softened and she lowered her gaze to the floor. “Do you work at a business of some sort? She whimpered, resting her forehead to her fishnetted knees, and quietly cried. Now was not the time to talk. His head was pounding from the alcohol the night before.
