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He shifted her gaze to her face.
“See… now do you take me seriously?”
Without warning, he snatched the ransom note from her hand, bunching it in his fist. “I don’t give a flying fuck about any ransom note! I told you… no. You’re drunk!”
Raye burst into tears in her cupped hands.
JP gently pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t get upset, sweet cakes. Kidnap is not something you do cause you want revenge.” He chuckled loudly.
“Cut off his balls, shove it up his ass or something. You don’t go kidnap his son.”
Raye pushed herself off his lap staggering back a little. She turned to go adjusting her clothes. She was not interested in his double-faced drivel.
The janitor jumped up, seizing her by the arm violently. “Where are you going?”
“Let go of my arm, JP, or I’ll scream. I’ll have you charged with assault and battery.”
“C’mon sweet cakes, you’re not leaving already.”
In a violent tug, she jerked her arm free, wobbling back on her heels. “You’re a joke! It’s obvious imprisonment made you weak, extracted your backbone.”
She started to go, but JP blocked her path. “Don’t get lippy, missy.” He gripped his flaccid cock. “Come blow me, finish the fucking job.”
“You are such an uncouth creep!” she said slowly with disdain, and walked around him.
“Uncouth? Now you’re slurring and lisping. Don’t you mean, uncool?”
She laughed a nasty little laugh at his ignorance. “For God’s sake JP, this is your last chance.”
“Nope. Not interested.”
“JP, why on Earth are you passing up such a great opportunity to get the hell out of here?”
“When I do, it’ll be on my terms. Not your sick fantasy.”
“OK, fine!” She flicked her wrist at him and picked up her laundry basket.
“Oh, com’mon sweet cakes,” he said, jerking his cock, “just give it a little suck, two minutes.”
“Have you heard of the word, hygiene,” she spat in utter disgust. “And if you still have my business card, lose it!
Her scornful words were like a slap in the face. “Have I called you once? No!” he barked.
“Fine!” She looked at his erect penis in his huge paw. “You can jerk-off on the pages of your smut magazines, I’m out of here!”
“Go already. Get the hell out! You’re nothing but a cock-sucking whore like the rest of them!”
Raye’s lips formed the perfect O, shocked by his demoralizing remark. She stalked out the room, slamming the door hard leaving a boozy wake.
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