Sarit letter, part_1 By the outsider Sarit spills her heart as she writes to her mother one week after arriving to America. I am a little warned out about my story: "From a mayor to a slave", so I'll write this one hopping to get some ideas until the end. 10.4.2005 Dear mother. It is now a month since I arrived over here to Empire-city. I'm scared mommy, for the 1st time in my life I can't hold you or daddy. It only bean one week since you were murdered and I'm lost. Thanks to Anne I met this slave, Simon, who is owned by Anne's friend, bitch. I swear to you mommy that I will find a way to get her freedom back to her. Mommy, I want to say that I'm sorry. I know that I promised, but I can't hold Anne as the responsible for your death anymore. However, I CAN and I WILL hold the two bitches; U. N. Secretary General Elizabeth Wu and US President Simpson form what they did. I still ear those words from that bitch, sitting safely in the white-house while you and daddy were blown up, saying: "the American public condom the terror attack." And then after a few days I heard that bitch say: "However, if Israel will lift one finger against the terror, we will cut the funds and humiliate her." And those pigs in the U. N. one day they will fall. I just know that Anne will find the way to help me without her knowing that. I hope that she will be able to forgive me when she will fine that out. However, I have to do what I have to do. I'm going to help Simon to get revenge and I know how. You see, I found some information about that bitch and I will use it to help this sexy woman. Only one week ago, I went with Anne to meet with a redhead woman who is called Morganna, who you can see in the picture. She is the cute redhead with her feet on the ground. Anyway, poor Simon was: spanked, whipped and abused. In her eyes I saw that one day; if she will get the chance then she will get both her freedom and revenge. Mother, do you remember that I fell in love with the girl next door? Well, I felt that feeling once again when I saw that abused... slave. I know that Anne as powers, but even she can't explain how I fell in love with someone who supposed to be under me in the status scale of this strange city. Mother, the flight over was great. Anne bought me a ticket to fly at the 1st class. You know, maybe Yael was right: Since leaving the kibbutz, I met a brand new world which I never knew about. Look mother, Anne is a great sport and I do believe that you two could be great friends if you gave her a 2nd chance. Look mother, I know how much you loved her and it was a mistake. Anyway, I will write to you soon. Love you: Sarit.
Sarit's letters, part_2 By the outsider Sarit tells her parents about the last week. In the last chapter, I mentioned: U. N. Secretary General Elizabeth Wu and US President Simpson, and forgot to say that they are used with GW's permission. Notes: 1. The below story contains adult material. Do not continue reading if you are under age 18 or are offended by such material, this is a pure fantasy. ALL of the characters and the events are made-up. 2. This chapter was inspired by a story written by Llabmik, which is called: "screaming bitches - a tale of Islamic terror". Thank you for the inspiration. 17.4.2005 Dear parental unit. As you know, I am now the owner of Simon. However, I'm not going to keep her for long time as I want her to love me. Speaking on Simon, we've made huge step as she is now referring to me as: Mistress Sarit, and not as: mistress. However, I still can't have a talk with Simon about her past without having her breaking into tears and horrible screams as if she is literally being tortured. As you know, Simon's boobs used to be a full H, however, after talking to Anne: I was able to have it reduced to a FF. once Simon woke up in the rest-room; she kissed me and begged that I won't enlarge those boobs. From what she mumbled, I was able to understand that whenever she was "bad" in the eyes of Mistress Bitch, the later had her boobs enlarged. I also discovered that Simon's hair color is: black and dark as the night. Her eyes are: blue, deep and if you won't be able: you might drown in them. Her skin is as smooth as a silk, and has the taste of a fig. not to mention her "junction" which has the taste of honey. Other then that, I went on a tour with Anne which was amazing. For example, we went to the memorial monument to the victims of the terror here in the good ol' USA. You know, it is amazing: here we have a country like our. A country that has the same: regime, tradition (which is very important here in America) and victims, however, they see the terror against us as nothing but. Just listen to what I read on the news that the American ambassador, Kimberly L. Babul, said to a group of Israeli students: "if you think that your government doesn't do right, you can choose not to do as you are told. That is called a 'citizen revolution', and it is okay." I talked about that with Anne, and asked the shocked, poor thing: "if a "respected ambassador" was declaring that after September 11th, what the American's would do to him\her?" and she answered: "lynch him\her!" I asked Anne about her mother, and she told me that story: It all started when the two friends got to college. Lisa or as she was once known: Rachel Cohen was a religious woman who most people will call a nerd as she used to wear thick eyeglasses. Her hair then was as black as a crow, and was in ponytail. She wore long black dresses with white shirts with bottoms. On her legs she always had socks and shoes. Everything was great until Lora who was a pledge convinced her to join her sorority like she was. However, Lora's wish was not "pure" as she was ordered by her "big sister", but poor, unsuspecting Lisa was about to become a Lesbian sex-slave. After that she dropped out of school, and was forced into becoming a strait slut. She was in this "profession" for five years, until she was kidnapped into becoming once again a sex-slave. However, this time for a couple who used to torture her. That all went until she was free, when she gave birth to her daughter who she called: Anna. As you know: "Anna" means please in Hebrew. When the girl was old enough, she legally changed her and her mother's name to: Anne Smith, and her mother's name to "Lisa Smith" so that their past will be forgotten by all. However, a few years ago Lisa couldn't do her new job as a maid anymore, and so she was declared insane after suffering from a mental breakdown.", and her daughter, Anne, was forced to become her own mother's legal Guardian. If she refused, her mother was to be sent to the loony house. Anne didn't know what to do until this Lawyer, Geri Phillips, came to her and after she introduced herself. Then she led Anne and Lisa to her car where they saw blonde women who wore: red sunglasses, red g-string abbreviated matching red vest without buttons, red chauffer's cap was standing next to with her head bow down and her hair was free. Then when they were closer the chauffer looked at Anne and her mother and said: "welcome Mistress, where shell we go from here?" "Home, Wodden." Geri said. "Very good, Mistress." The chauffer replied, as she opened the door. Then after the humiliated chauffer opened the door: Lisa was the 1st woman who got into the car before the strange lawyer, and Anne was the last but she suddenly stopped as she looked at the chauffer. Lisa recognized the woman, but she didn't say anything as she got into the car. Then Anne got into the car and after Geri got in then the chauffer closed the door and went to her seat. As the car began to move; Geri asked Anne to tell her all about the history of poor Lisa. Lisa just set there and held her hands tightly around her now small and weak body. Poor Lisa tried not to attract much attention as she just wanted to be free, and to live with her beloved daughter who likes her was now hurt from being in her position while she attended Law school. Anyway, Anne and I had a talk about the future. In that talk, we agreed that I need to be sent to a regular school, and not the boarding-school which she wanted to send me. Maybe I will have new friends. I sure hope so, as it is very hard to be ALL alone in a new country. By the way mother: Anne is much nicer then you used to tell me. You see mommy; Anne proved that she loves me. Furthermore, she proved that; there will be nothing that she won't do to get me a future. I love her so much, however, I don't forget the fight that you two had. But the good news are that: Anne tries not to let that stand between s, and I love her so. Love you: Sarit. PS. Dear mother Anne, please stop reading my mail.
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