Gertie was a naive gal. She certainly didn’t know how to choose her boyfriends very well. Just like her current boyfriend Curt, they all had abused her in one way or another. Being this kind of guy, their only real interest in Gertie was in getting into her pants. Curt was especially mentally abusive towards
Jill was cold, very cold. It had been almost two days since she had run away from home, and it had been over two days since she had anything to eat! Miserable is how she felt, but not half as bad if she would have stayed in that fucking hell hole her mother called a
Barbara Harris looked over her shoulder as the steel barred door clanked shut behind her. For the next three years this would be her home, the Sexton Correctional Facility For Women. How could have she been so stupid?!? Holding those drugs for Harry had been just about the dumbest thing she had ever done, so
