Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 218 Jason's Healing Girlfriend
When Susan saw the pretty blonde girl opposite her, she began to wonder if Tommy was joking with her.
He said Jason found a woman who was similar to himself.
She had been with Tommy for so long that she knew too well that this man was actually a male chauvinist at heart, even though he could move a group of women to tears with his nonsense about supporting gender equality without blinking an eye.
While she was chatting with Jason and his girlfriend, Susan Headley, Tommy was looking around Susan's apartment. The location was very good and the decoration was exquisite, but when people stepped in, they definitely didn't feel warm, they just felt like they were lying in a morgue.
Everything you see is different shades of gray, the walls, the sofa, the bed and even the sheets.
In North America, gray represents indifference.
"You can't be indifferent by lying in the morgue every night. It's innate, Susan." Tommy finished touring the apartment, then leaned on the sofa and said to Susan bluntly: "I know you have some sympathy for those girls."
But before Susan could respond, Tommy walked towards the wine cabinet and called Jason over to talk about work: "My people are planning a financial news network, and they need your cooperation."
"What cooperation? Shit, Susan's wine cabinet looks more like an American man than mine. It's full of strong liquor." Jason reached out to open it, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally found a bottle of low-alcohol wine. He looked at the label and said.
Tommy turned his back and looked at Susan, who was being taken outside by Jason's outgoing and cheerful girlfriend to bask in the sun. "How are the terminal products sold on Wall Street by Wyse Technology, a technology company founded by three Asians? There's a Bloomberg company in New York that also sells that stuff. What makes me even more upset is that they're also planning to set up a financial news network."
"Except for IBM and Xerox products, WT terminal sales ranked third. If I remember correctly, Bloomberg terminal was ranked fourth right behind us." Jason thought for a moment and gave his answer.
Tommy nodded. "Very good. Keep it up. Or just let your girlfriend form a small team to find loopholes in that thing, and then expose it through the industry media that works closely with the EFF to completely discredit it."
"I'll try to keep it to myself so you don't always have any ideas about my girlfriend." Jason said to Tommy unhappily, "Stay away from her."
Tommy took out two wine glasses and handed one to Jason with a smile: "How are you getting along?"
"It's great, every day is like the first time we meet, and at night we are inseparable like conjoined twins. I mean, I'm a man who has seen big scenes. After all, I was there when Stephen booked an entire nightclub with girls in Los Angeles. But Susan Headley, the future Susan White, is unique." Jason became excited when he talked about his girlfriend.
"I've never admired a woman before. Your girlfriend is the first one. Compared with your Susan, my Susan's mental quality is like a child playing house." Tommy said sincerely: "It takes a strong heart and clever means to break free from the shackles in such a bad environment, change your fate by yourself, and enjoy life optimistically. After all, besides myself, the people around me are useless people like you who became billionaires by relying on the support of Tommy's father."
"What did you ask me to help you with just now? Now I remember, it was to help increase sales of Bloomberg terminals, right?" Jason poured a glass of red wine and said casually.
Tommy didn't hesitate at all: "I have always respected you as much as I respect my father-in-law, Jason. You are as tall as him in my heart."
"I forgive you. Next time the EFF holds a board meeting, remember to repeat it three times in public." Jason patted Tommy with satisfaction, handed him the poured red wine and said, "So, I look a lot like your father-in-law?"
"Yes, I have a short film starring him, and I also have a short film starring you. As a movie lover, in my heart, your status in the film industry is exactly the same."
"Shit! Is there anything perverted you can't do? You even did your father-in-law's... May I ask if it looks good? Are there any special postures of upper-class people worth learning?"
"I haven't read it. It's just collected by a diligent detective."
"Letting a private detective follow your father-in-law, what kind of perverted behavior can't you do?"
"There is one thing indeed, but I haven't figured out how to do it yet."
"What's up?"
"Let the leading actors of the two movies co-star in one." Tommy looked at Jason and said, "If you agree, I can go and do the mobilization work for my father-in-law."
"Fuck You~Tommy! Fuck You!"
While the two men were leaning against the wine cabinet and chatting like gentlemen, the two Susans were sitting on the high terrace drinking cold beer and basking in the sun.
"Jason often tells me about his past with you and others at Actor." Susan Hedley said to Susan with a bright smile and a sip of beer.
Susan shrugged and nodded slightly: "I often think about that experience, Susan... It feels weird..."
"You can call me Susy, or Thunder, or you can just call me T like Jason. Usually, I only let people close to me call me that." Susan Headley said to Susan.
Susan corrected herself and said, "Lei Ming? This name isn't very common."
"That's my name on the Internet." Susie nodded instead of denying it.
"Wait, wait, are you trying to tell me that your code name on the California Telephone BBS is Lei Ming?" Susan suddenly realized what was happening, and then she looked at the sweet blonde in front of her in surprise: "You're kidding me, right?"
Susie looked at Susan's surprised expression, not understanding why she reacted so strongly: "You sound very excited, are you also a member of the telephone BBS?"
"Of course I was excited. My company received a lot of long-distance telephone charges before. After the telephone company investigated, they called me to explain that my company's phone line was stolen and the method of making free calls was posted on the message board of the telephone BBS. That's why the phone bills skyrocketed. The person who announced the method of cracking my company's phone is called Lei Ming. The people at the telephone company told me that he is a hacker who often does this kind of thing." Susan explained why she felt familiar with the name.
"I should have said I was busy at work today and declined the meeting." Susie realized that Susan was not joking, and her beautiful eyes turned around furtively. She immediately put down her beer in a hurry and shouted in Jason's direction: "Honey, it's time for our favorite part again. I made trouble and you pay for it."
Then he immediately apologized to Susan, "I'm very sorry, but no matter how much you lost, I can compensate you. Just keep it a secret and don't file a complaint. Just ask. My boyfriend is very rich. He can pay your phone bill for a whole year."
"It's okay. I know Jason is very rich. I will send the phone bill to him. We are so familiar with each other, it doesn't matter if he pays me later." Susan signaled Susie that they could continue to sit down and chat:
"So, Lei Ming is a woman? When I was studying at Stanford University, I met several so-called hackers there. They were all chubby guys wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses. You...you don't look like a nerd. If you were studying at Stanford, you would definitely be a member of the BDP Blonde Club. It's full of beautiful blonde girls. You look no different from them. Do you understand what I mean? You're the kind of beautiful woman who has no shortage of high-quality boyfriends and can get married right after graduating from college. Her husband owns many companies. She doesn't need to take care of her children after giving birth. She can just leave them to the nanny and take a private jet to Paris for shopping."
"I didn't go to college. In fact, I dropped out before this. I'm certainly not a nerd, but I was very clear about my beauty when I was a child." Susie smiled and looked at Susan:
"Tommy said you've been under a lot of work pressure lately, so he asked me, as a woman who shares your pain, to come and talk to you and see if it's possible to relieve your stress. This bastard feels no guilt for letting others expose his scars to comfort his woman. No wonder Jason keeps calling him a jerk."
Susan looked at the city scenery in the distance and took a sip of beer. "Tommy is not stupid. He certainly knows what my pressure is, but he didn't say it himself. Instead, he called you over. In fact, he has already told me the answer."
"How old were you when you were first raped by a man? My first time, he took advantage of my mom going to the supermarket and dragged me into the bathroom with his boyfriend, my future stepfather." Susie didn't continue what Susan said, but smiled and asked Susan an unexpected question. However, before Susan could answer, she started talking about her own experience: "So, for girls from single-parent families, being too beautiful is not a good thing."
Susan turned her head and looked at Susie with a shocked expression.
Susie looked Susan in the eye and continued, "He is an active naval officer. My mother is a conservative housewife and a devout Protestant. She taught her three children to be ashamed of talking about sex as she was. It seemed that if they said those words, they would go to hell. As a result, I couldn't express to her clearly what happened. I could only say over and over again that the man did something very dirty to me, over and over again. My mother didn't react at all. She even suspected that the so-called dirty thing I mentioned was just that I didn't close the door when I was taking a shower and the man happened to pass by."
"Now that I think about it, encountering this kind of thing is not all bad. If I hadn't had this experience, I wouldn't have become a hacker. After all, a girl can't tell anyone about this kind of thing. But I also wanted the man to get the punishment he deserved, so I started calling the phone at home. I first called the police station, but when the police came, my father sent them away with the excuse that it was just a child playing around. He was an officer, and the police believed him. Later, I started to dial a number at random and told the strangers on the other end of the phone that a Most of the people on the other end of the phone regarded my call as a prank, but there were always one or two people who were willing to listen to me carefully and then said they would help tell the police. It's just that I never saw the police come to my house. And as the rising phone bills were seen by my mother, she realized that I was making random calls, so she installed a lock on the rotary dial of the phone. It was very delicate. Once locked, no number could be dialed out. Only she and the man had the key."
"At that time, I was completely addicted to making phone calls. I even skipped classes to go to the school library, the city library and other places where books were free. I read all the books about telephones. Finally, I studied the dialing principle of the dial. The lock installed by my mother could no longer trap me. I didn't need the dial to dial. I just needed to use the metal sheet to tap in a specific way between the numbers to complete the dialing I wanted. Then, all the old-fashioned public telephone booths with rotary dials were free for me. If I count my hacker career, I think it can be counted from that time."
"No one helped you? So many calls, but no one?" Susan asked after hearing Susie's words.
Susan shook her head. "No one. Who would believe me when I called from a pay phone to tell that story? In fact, even I myself just regarded the anonymous free calls as a prank and a way to vent my anger. Every time that man hurt me, I would skip classes and make calls all day. I hypnotized myself that when I turned 18, I would be able to move out of this house."
"You endured it until you dropped out of school?" Susan asked, remembering that Susie said she dropped out of school at the age of fourteen.
"No, I endured it until then. That year, the man tried to extend his claws to my eight-year-old sister. I couldn't let my sister experience my nightmare, so I plucked up the courage to say the shameful words to my mother. I explained to her in detail what the dirty things were, how the man pulled my hair, took off my clothes, and pressed on me, etc., and even said that he had started to do the same thing to my sister. But my mother questioned my lying and even slapped me in the face for saying the word male priesthood, scolding me for being shameless and scolding me for saying such things as a girl. She forbade me to slander her boyfriend because her boyfriend raised the three of us together with her." Susie drank the can of beer in her hand, then twisted the can into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the corner:
"In the end, I could only tell everything to my brother who was two years older than me. Luckily, my brother believed me, so he accompanied me to call the police and take the demon who was dragging my sister into the bathroom to the police station."
When Susan heard Susie say that the police had taken the man to the police station, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they caught that bastard."
"It's not that easy. I told the police everything that man had done to me in the past two years. I naively thought that he would be thrown into jail. Do you know what happened? The other party was an officer with a special identity. Moreover, his lawyer questioned that my description was false and exaggerated. For example, the other party did not pull my hair hard or pinch my breasts hard. He proposed to take a lie detector test on me to ensure that my testimony as a girl was true and credible." Susie picked up another can of beer and said as she opened it:
"I want to say that he has used up countless Torjans on me in the past two years. You actually question these details and say they are lies? I don't know if the military officer has privileges. Anyway, the judge believed the other party and will continue to try the case after I take a polygraph test on a later date. My free lawyer told me that if the polygraph judges that I lied in even just one question, it is very likely that all my testimony will be overturned and the other party may be acquitted. My mother also doesn't believe that the man did that to me and my sister, and has been persuading me not to lie again."
"In order to send that man to jail, I went to the library again. This time, I brought a thick dictionary with me. I used it to look up information books about polygraphs, read those unfamiliar words, and figured out their meanings. I figured out the working principle of the polygraph and found that there were home polygraphs for children on the market. I used a public phone to call the number on the advertisement and ordered one. I paid on delivery. The address was another family in the same community. They had no children, just a couple who would work until very late before going home. I went to the yard of that family, pretending to be their child, and waited for the salesperson to deliver the goods. I politely asked him to come back tomorrow to deliver the goods. Of course, the salesperson was reluctant to carry the machine back because the customer might change his mind. In the end, he left the machine behind, saying that he would send them the bill later, and then left."
"I took the machine back to my bedroom at home, and according to the working principle I learned from the library, I did a lie detector test on myself. I learned that the electrodes of the machine would measure my real-time blood pressure and detect the sweat on my skin. I used the questions that my lawyer provided me, which the judge might ask, to ask myself again and again, observing the reaction of the polygraph, and judging which questions were more likely to be judged as lies. In the end, countless times of asking and answering questions made me mentally solidify the answers to those questions. I successfully passed the polygraph test and sent the bastard to prison. He was sentenced to fifty years and lost his military officer status. Even if he survived to be released from prison, he could not appear within a thousand meters of me and my sister."
"Finally, there is a happy ending to the story." Susan seemed to understand what Tommy meant when he said that this woman was very similar to her. This woman was still a girl back then. She did not rely on anyone and worked hard to save herself and get revenge.
Although people often say that they are independent women, including Susan who mentioned this in an interview, how many women can really rely on themselves to solve problems when they encounter troubles?
Susie drank very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the second can was also empty. She picked up the third can and said, "This is only the middle of the story. The man went to prison, and my mother immediately married an architect. It seemed that she couldn't live without the man. I can understand. After all, it is very difficult to support three children with the salary of a restaurant waiter. So, I just lived a stable and poor life for a summer vacation. The architect replaced the naval officer in prison and became my stepfather. They had different professions, but they did the same thing to me and for the same reason. I was too beautiful and he couldn't help it."
“…” Susan squeezed the beer in her hand tightly.
Susie kept smiling calmly, as if those tragic experiences happened to other people, and said calmly: "But he is smarter than the officer. Every time this bastard wants to attack me, he will thoughtfully prepare a glass of milk for me and my mother, and put sleeping ketone in it, so that my mother and I will fall asleep, but I will understand what happened to my body after I wake up. I stopped touching his milk later. After he found out that I didn't drink milk, he started complaining to my mother, neighbors and even teachers at school that I didn't love myself at home, often running around in revealing clothes, and suspected that I had reached puberty and started early love. In short, I went to the police, but there was no evidence, and he He found that I no longer drank milk, and he no longer touched me. He just used public opinion to slander me. I know that he was worried that one day I would call the police. At that time, he could use those words to frame me for seducing him. The consequence of his spreading those rumors was that I was humiliated by my classmates at school. Even male teachers and male classmates would hint that if I just accompanied them, they would give me money or buy me a beautiful vest. At this age, when other girls had just started puberty and were looking forward to early love, I had already had two men. I was called the number one bitch in the school. Later, there were even rumors that I was drugged. That year, I ran away from home and never went back. "
"Girls who run away from home don't have many options," Susan said with feeling, "I didn't have much to do after I graduated from high school."
"That's right. Apart from making money by prostitution, there is no other job. Just like what you think, I am indeed planning to do the sex trade. But I am used to thinking about things more comprehensively. I don't think I can make much money if I just stand on the street to solicit customers. I have done market research and carefully observed the areas where street girls are present in Los Angeles. I found that rich people are unlikely to patronize street girls, and their prices are too low. Sometimes when there are few customers, you can have fun with them for even five dollars." Susie couldn't help laughing when she talked about going to do market research.
Susan picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it, recalling the past with some regrets, "I remember that at that time, I even received two free coupons from the supermarket for the lowest charge. Business was not good that day, so I used the two free coupons from the supermarket security guard to exchange for some bread and milk."
"After hearing all this, do you think your experience is not worth mentioning compared to mine?" Susie shook the empty beer can and asked Susan tentatively, "Can I have another bottle? I promise Jason will pay me back, including the beer money."
Susan nodded. "The thing you're most like Tommy about is that neither he nor you like to pay for things yourself. He always lets women pay."
"It just so happened that the Beatles held a concert in Los Angeles that year. I helped the security guard with a problem on the condition that he let me in backstage. He thought I was a crazy fan, and so were the stars of the Beatles. With my looks and figure, plus my image as a crazy fan who threw myself into the arms of others, I lay on the big bed in the luxury hotel that night, with the lead singer of the Beatles next to me. When I got dressed and prepared to leave at dawn, their agent threw me a check to shut me up. It was five hundred dollars. In 1974, that was a huge sum of money. I knew then that if you want to charge a high fee in the flesh trade, you have to find wealthy customers." Susie also lit a cigarette and seemed to be talking about her own flesh trade. She became happier than before, and even her tone became lighter:
"I used the money to rent a relatively safe room in Los Angeles, pretending to be a fan, and specifically making money from singers who came to Los Angeles to perform. I exchanged all the money I earned for various telephone equipment and information books. I still like the feeling of making anonymous calls, because no one knows who I am on the phone. Later, telephone BBS appeared, and it was simply my paradise. In real life, I am a woman doing sex trade, but on the Internet, I am a god who teaches poor people how to make free calls. Countless people who can't afford long-distance calls express their gratitude to me in various words in their messages."
"I heard part of what happened next from the people at the telephone company. You, a hacker named Condor, and a hacker named Roscoe are known as the three major cyber thieves in California." Susan also laughed, feeling happy that Susie's fate had improved.
This woman with the same name as me is so charming, free and independent. I was pulled out of the quagmire by Tommy, but this woman relied entirely on herself. She has been fighting against this damn world with smiles and hard work.
"Hey, I have to clarify. When I became famous, Condor and Roscoe hadn't figured out the working principle of the blue box at all. Of course, they are rubbish now. The three of us once competed with each other and took turns to invade the most difficult American telephone system network. Both of them were discovered, but I was not. I escaped unscathed. Don't compare me with those two guys. They don't deserve it!" Hearing Susan put herself together with the other two famous hackers, Susie was very unhappy. She frowned and said seriously:
"Roscoe, the son of a bitch, reported me because I broke up with him. I was seventeen that year and was taken to Washington by the FBI. Those guys threatened me that I would spend decades in prison. They also asked me to attend a small, closed hearing in front of the Congressional Government Oversight Committee, where I had to demonstrate in public, like a clown, how to use a computer and a telephone line to complete the act of invading the telephone network, and explain my motives for doing all this. I was only seventeen years old, and a group of old guys were like flies around me, asking all kinds of idiotic questions. They didn't understand technology at all. I found that it was useless for me to answer their questions seriously. They didn't know what a baseline was or what a technical vulnerability was, so I could only pretend to be an ignorant girl like their granddaughter. Sorry, I was just careless and I didn't know it very well. I just dialed randomly... This is what they like to hear. That's right, a group of top students from Harvard and Yale, how could they believe that a seventeen-year-old girl who didn't even finish junior high school could invade the US telephone system network."
"Tommy also attended the hearing and disguised himself as an angel who bore sin." Susan felt that this woman was becoming more and more like Tommy: "So, they forgave you?"
"They told me that I could either work for the government's computer-related department or go to jail. It was a chance for me." Susie let out a breath and rolled her eyes cutely. "They also refused to pay for my pension. They just put me in a human resources company with a pitiful salary."
"You agreed?" Susan remembered that Tommy had made the same arrangement for her.
"I agreed. The only condition was that I didn't have to work in their office. I could work in my apartment because the hardware in the office was terrible. My own apartment had six computers and four conference lines. And the most important thing was that working from home would not affect my ability to receive clients. After all, I still needed to rely on the sex trade to continue purchasing various hardware, and those hardware were extremely expensive." Susie said happily, "This was my wisest decision."
"You mean, you have become a famous hacker and have a stable government job, but you are still engaged in the flesh trade?" Susan was slightly stunned and asked uncertainly.
Susie did not deny it and nodded happily: "Of course, why not? But at that time, many of my high-end clients either came to me for sex or for sadomasochism. I found that I liked to torture men because of the nightmares in my childhood. What's more interesting is that there are a lot of men in Los Angeles who like to be abused. Since everyone wants to vent, and can make money for it, what's wrong with it? Anyway, the two men who hurt me said that I was too beautiful and they couldn't stand it. So why can't I use my beauty to attract men, let them be tortured by me, resolve the shadow of their childhood, and make money by the way? You may not have done . Let me tell you, it is really profitable. Do you want to try it? I can lend you my apartment. Anyway, I live with Jason now."
"Forget it, I'm not interested in going back to my old job." Susan smiled and waved her hand: "And I think it might be a customer source issue. My memories of that business are not as good as yours."
Susie's face was full of regret that Susan didn't love this industry as much as she did. "That's a pity. My apartment has a nickname in the industry, called the Leather Castle. Any man who comes there will be happy and smiling. All the supplies are available. They will call my apartment the most complete studio in the industry in Los Angeles. Moreover, these men who like to be masochistic are very generous. You don't even need to sleep with them to give them a lot of tips. You know, I had a customer before who was an airline pilot. The guy spent 500 dollars just to kneel on the ground and lick my toes for half an hour."
"I guess Jason was your guest at first?" Susan asked with a smile, looking at Jason who was having a serious and focused conversation with Tommy in the distance.
"Uh... yes, a good friend of his who works in a tech company recommended me to him. The guy said he was under a lot of pressure at work and came to let off some steam. Then I spent an hour playing games with him involving candles and bondage. That guy still wasn't satisfied, so he threw out a stack of bills and said he would sleep at my house tonight and told me to use whatever skills I had on him." Susie became even happier when she talked about Jason, and proudly introduced him to Susan.
Susan asked, "That sounds very Jason-like. Afterwards, you talked to him about being an excellent hacker?"
"No, no, no. Under normal circumstances, I would not let my customers know that I am a part-time hacker. But when I got up the next day, Jason called and said that he wanted to find a few hackers to find loopholes in a certain software at a high price. This happened to be my hobby, so I told him that you might as well throw in another stack of money and buy my daytime time slot and serve you 24 hours a day. The guy misunderstood. He thought I wanted to continue playing games with him, and he actually agreed~" Susie looked at Jason with tenderness in her eyes and said to Susan.
Susan frowned slightly: "And you explained the other job?"
"No, I tied him up and rode on him for five times. I waited until the evening to tell him that he had misunderstood. Then he saw my studio and then he became a regular customer of mine. He was a regular customer in both jobs until not long ago when he asked if I would consider dating him. He had tried other women and found that he was not as happy as he was with me. I also felt that it would be difficult to find a man like him who could meet all my requirements. He was rich, liked to be tortured by me, had excellent physical strength, and needed my hacking skills. He not only needed my beautiful appearance, but also my abilities. We were compatible in all aspects, so I agreed to him. Although I had a lot of money myself, I still liked to spend men's money. I spent Jason's money during the day and tied him up and tortured him at night. There is no better life than this." Susie shrugged at Susan and ended her story with a bright smile:
“This is my story, Suzy Thunder.”
"It's a wonderful life. You have many similar experiences to Tommy. For example, a normal person would end up prostitution, but you can pretend to be a fan to get into the high-end market and make more money. Tommy really likes this kind of unexpected trick. No wonder he praises you so much. And you have a very strong psychological quality. Two stepfathers in a row have behaved like this. If it were any other girl, she would have gone insane or committed suicide long ago." Susan exclaimed with some emotion:
"It's so exciting that I'm going to contact the film company to see if I can make a movie about your experience."
"No, I don't like people knowing that I'm a hacker. If everyone knows I'm a hacker, then my anonymity will be gone. Everyone can know that I'm a woman in the sex trade and that I'm Jason's girlfriend. But I don't want everyone to know that I'm Lei Ming. I agreed to work for the government, which means they promised not to disclose my identity to the public." When Susie heard Susan's suggestion to make a movie based on her own experience, she quickly shook her head to refuse.
"So, Tommy and Jason thought that you dripping wax on me should be able to relieve my stress?" After listening to Susie's experience, Susan looked at Susie with a smile: "Did you bring candles?"
Susie shook her head gently: "Tommy told me that your pressure is probably caused by worry. You are worried that Tommy's exploitation will make them doomed. I am not here to pour wax on you, but as a woman with similar experiences as you, I want to tell you that women, if you don't want to be forced by men to do those dirty things, and you don't have the same survival ability as me, if there are still people willing to lend a hand, it is because they are worth being exploited. If they are not even worth being exploited, then they might as well continue to do flesh trade. Indifference is innate. Tommy's indifference is innate. The first time I saw him, I knew that the man was an arrogant bastard in his bones. He didn't trust anyone and could abandon anyone. That was innate, but you don't have to force yourself to imitate him. He understands that you pity those..."
"I know the truth better than you, Susie. The girls I used were essentially no different from those who exchanged their bodies for roles with those men. Since they chose me, they should understand that no one is willing to show kindness for no reason. But Tommy's way of using them is different from the deals they encountered before. Before, if they rejected those men, they would only lose a role, but Tommy's plan may make them say goodbye to their careers. These are a group of girls. You have not been to college. Of course, you are very good, but you lack the sense of social responsibility that you have only been exposed to in college or high school, even if it is a false sense of responsibility. If you can't handle the whole thing perfectly, it may be dug up by someone in the future and attacked as a stain on Tommy. Do you understand? Even if I don't care about the life and death of those girls at all, I have to care about Tommy's reputation." Susan interrupted Susie's persuasion and spoke.
Susie paused for a few seconds, her eyes wandering around Susan: "So, you are not worried at all about your reputation being affected?"
"He won't let my reputation be affected. I know what he will do." Susan said firmly, "But just because I can get away with it doesn't mean he can."
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your face. So, I guessed before I came here that you and I are completely different. Now I am sure that you are the kind of woman I dislike the most. When there is a man willing to lend a helping hand when you are desperate, your brain can no longer hold anything else. Your mind is full of him, and you even lose yourself. All the bullshit work pressure is superficial. You just don't want your man to be affected and try to find a solution, just like my mother. When she saw her daughter being forced, she would first consider the man's feelings, even if she pretended to be deaf and dumb, or supported the judge to do a damn lie detector test." Susie suddenly changed to a savage and mean expression, but in fact she stared at Susan sharply, and said sarcastically:
"Susan Curtis, you are a damn masochist like my mother. It's very simple to cure a bitch like you who likes to think for a man on your own. Let the man rip off your clothes, pin you to the ground, torture you and ravage you, and then tell you in person, don't think too much, bitch, the thoughts in your head are shit, just do what he tells you."
Susan's expression didn't change at all, and she calmly drank the beer.
"Your breathing is a little rapid. Don't forget, I used the lie detector as a toy when I was eleven years old. You can't hide it from me. After all, I deal with masochists all the year round, and I have many female customers." Susie smiled and approached Susan, put her lips to Susan's ear, and whispered:
"I will heal you. "
