The awful truth about the harvesting |
"I have nightmares he will strangle me in my sleep." Florance states while folding sweaters at K-Mart. "You should leave him," Muzzy looks worried. "He's a good man. He just has a bad temper." She finishes the sweaters and moves to jeans. "You said he hit you." Muzzy is worried about her bruises. Muzzy has stacked some jeans. Florance would leave her husband after he threatened Muzzy, while he was cashing out customers. The police were called. Years later. Muzzy is chatting with a slender girl at a different job. "I hated my husband. I told him I was seeing other men." The slender girl smiled, "When he was sleeping, I'd hit him." "How did he react?" Muzzy remembers Florance. "I was driving and he was sleeping on the passenger side. I pushed his head into the window," she giggled, "I told him it was a pothole." Muzzy is relieved she was not hurt. Reflections~Sex is dangerous and people are too. Vertago ~<^> |