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with other people and he spent a lot of time finding different mates for her. Man or woman, it really doesn’t matter, Jessie thought.
    For the next several weeks, Sammie made a lot of money but Jessie spent more. She became the freak of the week and actually started to enjoy performing on some primitive level. This was the only physical contact that she received and she learned to relish it. On occasion, Jessie would join in, while playing with his dick but mostly he just watched and collected the monies.
    Afterwards, when they were alone, he would start an argument with her just to get out of the house which suited Sammie just fine. He would call her a whore and other degrading names. At the time, Sammie did not know he was using that as a ploy so he could leave to go and get high, but that information would come out soon enough.
    Sammie would sit there with tears streaming down her face as she listened to him rant and rave, rarely bothering to defend herself.
    “Look at you. You miserable fat fuck! Wipe your damn nose. I don’t want to have to look at that nasty shit,” Jessie would yell.
    Sammie used the hem of her shirt to wipe her face. She did not want to make Jessie mad by leaving the room. She just never knew what particular action would cause him to strike out at her.
    “Goddamn, you’re so disgusting! Get off your fat ass and go wash your face,” he demanded while pulling back his leg as if he might kick her.
    Quickly, she stumbled down the corridor, blinded by a fresh wave of tears. Deep down she believed the things Jessie said about her to be true. When she reached the bathroom, she ran water in the sink trying to control the racking of her shoulders as she gave in to her emotions. She used the balled-up washcloth to smother the sound of her crying. Jessie didn’t much care that she cried; in fact, he liked it. He just didn’t want to have to hear it. He knew that as long as she cried, she was afraid and he wanted to keep her that way.
    After a few moments, she walked back into the room, sat on the edge of the bed and watched while he got dressed. He was such a particular dresser who fussed about every wrinkle and crease. When he bothered to take her out, he took more time to get dressed than she did. He would never allow her to iron his clothes preferring to have them drycleaned and laundered, regardless of the cost.
    “Why in the hell are you staring at me like that?” he snarled. The very sound of his voice snapped her out of her reflections and back into the present. She turned her gaze to look at him through the mirror on the dresser. She wanted to keep an eye on him in case he planned on sneaking in a punch.
    “Nothing,” she said, uttering the first thing that came to her mind. Unfortunately, it was the wrong thing to say. Jessie quickly crossed the room and kicked her in the knee. Sammie was too stunned and afraid to cry out.
    “So, Bitch, I’m nothing now? I wasn’t nothing when I took your ass in, you pathetic piece of shit! You aren’t even a mother to your own fucking children!” he snapped back at her.
    Sammie’s head rocked back as she raised her eyes from the floor to look him in the face. This was the first time he had acknowledged that he knew that she had children. All this time, she thought she had succeeded in deceiving him. She had not wanted to lie about being a mother, but her own mother convinced her that if she told Jessie the truth about her having kids, he would not want her. The intense shame she felt started another wave of emotions inside of her. This time she was not crying from her physical pain. Now she was crying for her motherless children.
    “Bitch, don’t look so surprised! I’ll bet your dumb ass thought I was stupid enough to believe those kids belong to your ignorant ass mother!” He spat those words directly in Sammie’s face, spraying her with spittle as he emphasized each word by poking his finger in her face. Fresh mucus ran from her nose and