"Man, I think you're pushing her too far!" Sam said as he sat beside Danny in the car which was parked in a rear corner of the shopping center lot. "She could turn on us, maybe spill everything to the cops."
"Will you quit worrying?" Danny replied. "I know her type. I've got her where I want her now. You should have seen what a change it made in her attitude after I f****d her ass."
"Maybe she was faking it."
"Are you kidding?" Danny scoffed. "She got the kind of rough treatment she's craved for a long time, because she knows she's no good and deserves to be punished. Living in affluence while half the world is starving-man, she knows that's a sin! And letting her husband sweat his balls to bring home the bread, then rewarding him with a missionary screw once a week! You don't think she
