Newspaper clipping dated April 27th, 2002... Notice: The state of Connecticut has officially transferred custody of William Anthony Smith (State Prisoner 06572664, convicted on November 4, 2002 for the felony crimes of rape, sodomy, and assault and battery of a minor) for the sum of $15,000. The prisoner is now the sole property and responsibility of a Robert W. Wilmington.

Marie sat in a straight-backed wooden chair, opposite the man in chains. The man had sat across from her for ten minutes now; not daring to raise his eyes from the floor. Finally he let them creep across the floor and glance at the black patent leather shoes across from him. He studied the black leather flats, then moved to the thin race-horse ankles of the 16 year old girl in front of him, they traveled up the thin calves and to the first hint of flesh as her tanned legs appeared in flesh at the knee. His eyes lingered at her crotch; it was hidden behind the folds of her plaid skirt. He knew what lay underneath quite well; he knew all her secret places. His gaze moved higher, to the crisp white shirt that covered her still budding breasts.

They stopped there. He didn't want to look at her face. She had been sitting as still as a statue for a full ten minutes. Finally, as if against his will...he moved his gaze higher, past her throat to her face. He almost didn't recognize her. He knew every feature and eyelash so well....he had fantasized about her for months that preceding the event...as well as the months since. His time in prison was filled with her memory....the look in her eyes, the way her pretty mouth opened as she cried out, the look of her young body as she twisted helplessly beneath him.

The face that stared back at him now belonged to a stranger. The eyes were different. No longer the fleeting, wide eyes of a young girl...but the still, dead eyes of something inanimate...

Something with no soul...

Once his eyes met hers he was paralyzed...he didn't want to look at her but he couldn't stop himself.

Finally he broke the silence with the only question he could think of, "So we're waiting until your daddy gets home?"

She waited a full minute before answering. "No."

The man squirmed in his seat as much as the chains would allow. He stared at the dark figure in the corner of the room. A figure with the proportions of an ape, clad in a chauffeur's suit. He wondered how long this silence would go on.

After few minutes the girl muttered, "Johnny."

The dark figure came alive and walked up next to her, leaning over to hear her request.

"Please cut off his little finger."

Johnny hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the man and smiled. The man in the chair started to panic as Johnny went over to a box in the corner of the room and took out a heavy pair of hedge trimmers. The man's hands were firmly shackled to the heavy wooden chair; he couldn't move them more than half an inch. Johnny slowly took the man's little finger and put the clippers around the second knuckle.

The man started to plead, "Oh Christ...no....common now...don't do this..."

Johnny looked at the girl and asked, "You ready, Miss?"

The girl nodded.

The clippers closed slowly, cutting through the skin and crunching against the knuckle of the man's little finger. The man began screaming as the bodyguard twisted the blades to snap the joint in two. Then suddenly it was over and the little pinky finger fell to the floor with a quiet plop.

The man stared numbly as the stub squired blood. The other two stared at the little appendage that lay quietly on the floor.

Johnny looked at the girl and when she nodded...he began slicing off the man's middle finger.

The man started to thrash and scream...becoming increasing hysterical as his situation fully dawned on him. His panic ridden cries filled the room.

For the first time in months the girl smiled...

Herds of girls swarmed through the cafeteria all wearing identical Catholic schoolgirl uniforms. Long thin legs covered by knee length plaid skirts stood in the long lunch line. Groups of laughing girls formed at the various tables. Two sat alone, a blonde and a brunette, at the far end of the room. They huddled over their lunch trays and whispered in hushed tones...

"So....Marie told me her dad bought him...." The brunette looked confused. "Bought who?"

"Him."

"Oh my god..." The brunettes eyes got big. "What for?"

"What do you think?" The blond, Lisa, smirked.

"What are they going to do with him?"

"Well....I guess Marie's counselor said that she has a lot of pent up anger since it happened..." Lisa leaned further over the table, pushing a loose strange of blonde hair out of her eyes and brushing it behind her ears.

"So when Marie went to her dad and asked if she could have him...."

"He said yes???"

The blonde nodded, "She said her dad got real quiet for a minute. Then he agreed."

Lisa stuffed a chip in her mouth as she whispered, "I'm going over there today after school. Come with me."

"NO WAY!!"

"Don't be a baby..."

Angela hesitated. "It's too creepy."

"Dontcha wanna see him?"

"Lisa...he's a monster!"

"That's my point silly!"

"He scares me..."

"Common...Marie has that bodyguard...I know her dad would be super careful."

"Yeah but..."

"But what?"

"It's not just him." Angela muttered.

"What else is it?"

"She scares me too sometimes..."

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean...ever since she got out of the hospital....she's different. She never smiles. She always looks so sad....but it's not just sad. It's scary."

"I know...it's kind of creepy sometimes... But common....Marie's okay. She was your best friend last year. Besides...we all need friends like her. Her dad is loaded."

"I still like her, you know we still hang out. It's just she's different now..."

"Well maybe the shrink is right...maybe this will help."

"You really going over there, huh?"

"Sure am....And you are too...you know want to."

"Yeah...but my mom would kill me if she found out."

"Well...then see to it she doesn't find out! I already told my Mom I'm spending the night...it's Friday after all. And after we see the guy we can watch that new Leonardo DiCaprio movie, Marie's got it on tape." Angela sipped her shake and looked out the cafeteria window. Lisa had a point, and it wouldn't hurt to just stop by for a few minutes...it was the weekend.

Lisa and Angela waited nervously at the front door. Johnny opened the door and saw the two girls clutching their schoolbooks and looking anxious.

"Hi, is Angela home?"

"Yes. Would you like to wait in the hall while I get her?"

"Sure." The girls walked in and looked around the huge entryway. Lisa leaned over and whispered to Angela, "That Johnny is soooo cute."

Angela made a face, "He's an old man! Geez Lisa, he must be at least 25!"

"I don't care...he's a hunk. I bet he works out every day."

Angela rolled her eyes.

The girls quieted down as Marie came up the steps. She looked at her friends and said "Common downstairs."

Angela and Lisa stared at the bound figure in awe. The man was gagged, and his finger-less hand was bandaged, but other than that nothing much had changed.

"Geez....what have you done to him Marie?"

"Just cut off a few fingers."

Angela stared at the huddled form in stunned silence. Lisa stared too, but she couldn't hide her excitement as she asked, "So your dad says you can do whatever you want with him?"

Marie nodded, "Yup...whatever I want."

Lisa circled the huddled form and thought about what that might mean...

The girls lay sprawled around Marie's bedroom, watching the ending credits of the movie.

Lisa crooned, "God...Leonardo is such a babe..."

Angela nodded as she took another sip of wine and marveled at the new pink nail polish on her toes.

Lisa went on..."What I wouldn't like to do to him..."

Marie stared at the ceiling, feeling quite relaxed and more than a little creative.

"Maybe I should ask Johnny to cut his tongue out..." The girls were silent for a moment.

Angela started feeling queasy at the thought. She never drank much and between the three of them two whole bottles of white zinfandel had disappeared.

Lisa protested, "No..don't cut his tongue out. Cut his cock off..." Then she started laughing.

The other girls looked at her silently for a moment, then Marie started laughing too. Lisa and Angela realized it had been a long time since they heard that.

"Why not both? We can cut his tongue out and shove his wiener in his mouth!" Angela quipped...half joking.

"Why not cut his prick off and use his tongue for something else?" Lisa added.

Angela looked puzzled, "Like what?"

Lisa smirked, "Haven't you ever had a boy lick you down there?"

"Noooooo!!!! Geez Lisa...your such a perv!" Angela made a face.

"Don't be such a prude Ang...Bobby's done it a bunch of times."

"Lisa!!! Are you saying you aren't a..."

"A virgin? Of course I am!" Lisa looked indignant. "We aren't talking about sex. That's totally different. Bobby explained it to me...sex is when you actually let them put it in you. Other stuff is okay..."

Angela looked skeptical. "Haven't you ever let a boy feel you up?" Lisa asked.

Marie stayed quiet, she was still busy imagining the man's screams should she cut his dick off.

Angela shook her head, but her expression showed she wanted to hear more. "Well....when they touch you down there...it makes you tingle...it's like... little electric shocks...its fun."

They were silent for a moment, then Lisa asked, "Marie...does Johnny have to be in the room all the time?"

Marie awoke from her daydream and said, "Yeah...my dad said so."

Lisa frowned, then finished her glass. "Well...maybe if we asked nicely he would stand outside the door....and then..."

Angela looked shocked, "Lisa! What are you thinking?"

Lisa looked at Marie, she knew Marie might not like it. "Marie...would it bother you?"

Marie knew what she was asking and answered, "Not me....not ever again...but I don't care what you two do."

Lisa smirked and said, "Well then... how about we go downstairs and experiment a little...."