Chapter Twenty-Six
Sarah stirred from a troubled sleep to the sound of the lock. The Female Administrator turned her key and pushed the door back. “Time you earned your keep,” the gaunt woman sneered as Sarah levered herself up from the floorboards . “Hoeing potatoes will teach you some humility.”
Sarah stretched aching muscles. “My daughter? Where is my Angel?”
The Female Administrator turned all haughty. “I just left your slut daughter with Brother Jacob. I figure that about now he’s got his d**k up her ass.” The woman laughed cruelly. “Jacob always likes to stretch a little ass, the morning after... his idea of a honeymoon. Now c’mon. You got hoeing to do.”
“Work clothes?” Sarah pleaded. “A shirt at least?”
“No clothes for the likes of a slut lesbo,” the Female Administrator broke
