Chapter Eight-4

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Marcy didn’t say a word, but looked right at me. A blind man could have told she was lying. “My first night back from Vermont, I noticed some strange marks on Jack. What do you know about them?” “Strange marks? Where?” Why do some people always answer a question with a question, I thought? “There were faint but evident black and blue shadows under his arms and around his n*****s. I could see where there had been manacles around his wrists and ankles as well.” “Alright, so I had a little fun with him. What difference does it make?” “What difference?” Samantha yelled. “He’s my slave. And when the cat’s away the mice CAN’T play. That sound familiar? I know you had him on the rack and let him c*m several times.” “Wha – wha – what are you talking about?” Marcy stuttered “All through you

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