Chapter 4
VINDICTIVE LESBIANS
Randa Brooks, a twenty-eight-year-old white female was brought to the psychiatric division of the U.C. Hospital, by the police. Randa was employed as a medical transcriptionist.
Ella Johnson, a thirty-four-year-old black female, was a registered nurse at St. Mary's Hospital. She had been Randa's roommate for one year.
Tiny-twenty-five years old, was best described by her name. Tiny worked part time as a secretary.
Randa came to the San Francisco area from Seattle. She was running away from two bad love affairs-one with a man and one with a woman. When she couldn't combine the two, she decided to remove herself from the situation, in order to make a decision as to which way she wanted to go.
After a couple of lonely months in San Francisco, Randa made a few discreet inquiries and on Tuesday night after work, she found herself sitting in a bar on Castro Street. It was moderately filled with working people, warming themselves while waiting for their catch. As the dinner hour came and went, the people there changed only in quality, not quantity. The change was maneuvered so subtly that it was startling when one suddenly became aware that the room was filled with women engaged in conversation, both heavy and light. At one corner of the room four women played bar-dice. The impressive thing about the whole scene was the fact that the women were able to drink and have a good time without becoming bored and nauseatingly obscene as men so frequently do when they go to the neighborhood bar to have a few drinks.
And it was not necessarily what one might think. These were just women exercising their rights to be individuals, to burst the fantasy that women live only to be with men; that they are so neurotic that when they are not with men, all they do is talk about them. While many were lesbians, many were just clever women who picked men who were secure enough in their own masculinity that they were able to encourage their mate's expression of herself.
Soon, Randa was caught up in the conversations around her. She was particularly attracted to Ella, a black woman a few years older than herself. She liked the way this woman spoke with the ease of knowing you are right.
Ella offered Randa a ride home that night and during that time they found themselves fast friends. It was one of those relationships that just clicks. Randa told Ella that when she was thirteen years old she had been on a community girl's swim team. One day when she stayed after practice, her coach, Mrs. Twyler, told her she wanted to speak with her. Mrs. Twyler came right to the point. Randa's mother had asked that she speak to Randa. It seems her mother had entered Randa's room one night and found Randa playing with her genital area in her sleep. Her mother felt that Mrs. Twyler could best handle this matter with Randa because she herself was not close to Randa and was so disgusted at the act that she could not discuss it.
"Do you ever do this when you are awake?" Mrs. Twyler asked.
"I have a couple of times."
"Why do you do it?"
Randa hung her head and sighed, "It makes me feel good."
Mr. Twyler touched Randa on the arm and said, "There is nothing wrong with what you did. Let's talk about it."
They discussed the subject of masturbation for the next fifteen minutes. During this time, Mrs. Twyler had sat down next to Randa on the cement around the edge of the pool. She frequently touched her on the arm or leg to emphasize a point.
Then Mrs. Twyler said that she would like to be sure that Randa was performing the act correctly. She began rubbing her hand up and down Randa's thigh as she spoke.
"Do you put your finger right here and push?" Mrs. Twyler's finger slid across Randa's leg and found that center spot of her pussy and rotated it gently against her pubic bone. Randa squirmed and giggled.
Mrs. Twyler lifted her hand and said, "Show me how you've been doing it, Randa."
Randa felt her body tingle as she reached her fingers down to rub her clitoris. She pressed the heel of her hand against her mound and rubbed firmly. She slid down the bottom of her swim suit. Mrs. Twyler dropped into the water and stood directly in front of Randa. She gently pushed her legs, open a little. Randa ran her fingers through the hairs that were beginning to grow. They were new so they were fuzzy soft, like silk. She used both hands to lightly caress the swelling lips of her vagina. Randa could feel the juices filling her up inside and as she stuck her finger into her hole the wet sound of the sticky substance revealed her true feelings. She heard Mrs. Twyler moan, but was so caught up in her own good feeling she was not really conscious of it. Then, suddenly, she felt a new wetness coming up along the inside of her leg. Mrs. Twyler grasped both her legs and pressed them tight around her head. She gently reached to open Randa's pussy lips and flicked her tongue over the opening to Randa's vagina. Now Randa moaned and shook so hard she was beginning to feel afraid. She didn't know if she could handle this feeling.
Mrs. Twyler pressed her lips gently over her clitoris and nibbled at it, teasing it until it stood up, swollen and red. Then she stuck her tongue hard into the wet softness of Randa's tunnel. It was contracting violently with the thrill of orgasm. It was deliriously hot and as Mrs. Twyler lapped up the escaping juice, Randa felt the surging hotness grip her body once more as she added more juice to her coach's mouth.
After that incident, Randa had tried to blot it out of her mind, at least that's what she told Ella. Ella couldn't quite understand why Randa had chosen this subject.
They decided to become roommates since they hit it off so well. It soon became apparent that Ella was very fond of Randa. Ella did all the cooking, kept the apartment clean, and generally catered to Randa's whims. They had separate bedrooms but there were times when Randa swished about the apartment in sheer panties. Randa never wore anything over her breasts. So it was nothing to see Randa eating an apple on the couch, viewing television, with her naked titties exposed! It was becoming too much for Ella, to see her tits springing about, and Randa's neat little buttocks rippling inside her panties.
Ella wasn't sure if Randa suspected that she was a lesbian. She kept thinking about the story of the swim coach screwing Randa, until she had to have her.
One evening after work, Randa came home and caught Ella masturbating. Ella had taken two sick days off from her work.
Randa had entered quietly and went directly to her room, where she kicked off her shoes. She saw Ella pass her door, nude, going to the kitchen. Out of curiosity Randa watched Ella silently, not wanting any conversation at the moment. She moved to the bedroom door and peeked out.
Ella went into the kitchen to a pot that was sitting on the stove. There was one large wiener in it and she removed it, almost with loving care, and took it back into her bedroom.
Randa wondered what the hell Ella was going to do with it? Oh, now, Randa, she scolded herself, no more peeking! It flashed in her mind that Ella was going to masturbate. Randa had always wondered what gorgeous girls like Ella did in their idle time.
Inside her room, Ella climbed onto the bed and stretched out. Her eyes darted to the clock, and then to the partially open door. She wasn't expecting Randa home for another fifteen minutes.
For a moment, she sat there with her legs drawn up, her chin cupped over them, looking at the wiener that was on the night stand. Her head dropped to one side, totally absorbed in some bizarre thought. Then, with a sly grin on her lips, as if to say, "Why not?" she took the wiener in hand. She slowly began to rub the wiener between her legs and up and down her thighs. First one, then the other. All the while staring across the room at the mirror, digging her reflection.
Ella moaned in a building passion and her breath heaved. With her free hand she stroked the hairs over her mons area, twisting the long, dark strands around and around and over her fingers. Then one finger pricked her clitoris, and the membrane stood up like a soldier, raising its head ready for duty! "Oh, shit, why am
I torturing: myself over Randa?" Ella moaned to herself.
She tossed her head back and pulled her hair behind her ear, then carefully, slowly, she used the wiener as a dildo. One hand pried the lips of her vulva apart, leaving enough room to slip the wiener between the fingers into the contracting slit of her vagina. The wiener was almost eight inches long and she pushed it all into her hole. Then to brace herself, she reached her hands around her thighs and began moving her buttocks just as if there was a man there, pushing the wiener into her cunt. Her hands squeezed and fondled the soft resilient flesh of her firm thighs. One hand came further down to the orifice of her rectum and disappeared. Both openings were now fully being occupied, both giving her equal amounts of pleasure.
"Oh, shit, this is no good-it's gotten cold-I need the vibrator!" Ella cursed and threw the wiener down and rushed across the room. She returned to the bed with an electric vibrator, a dildo shaped like a man's penis.
Ella had ordered it through the mail, mostly because she did not believe such things existed, at the time. It had taken her a while to adjust to it, then she found that it eased countless nights of lonely frustrations. She plugged it securely. Then she nestled down warmly on the sheets. She closed her eyes, seeming ashamed of having to relieve her horny pussy in this manner, thinking of how it all had started. She drifted off into a mild fantasy as the dildo shook the walls of her vagina and its warmth thrilled her cervix . . . coming deeper and deeper into her tunnel.
Randa watched, flabbergasted, thinking how sexy Ella was. Ella was thirty-four years old when they met, and was just in the process of cleaning up the court mess involved with her divorce. Ella had a gift; she wasn't an ordinary woman, not by a long shot. In fact, everyone was drawn to her. To look at her face was to want to fuck her! Although she was thirty-four, there was still the beauty of innocence, however true that might be. Ella had a pretty face, turned up nose, small pouting lips, large bright eyes with dark long lashes and brown hair that was swept to one side of her face almost to cover her eyes.
Her provocative figure was magnificent, perfect for her weight and height. She was much taller than Randa, with sturdy legs and fully rounded buttocks and hips. Her breasts were about the size of large oranges. Her nipples sat on puffy circles that easily enlarged and pouted as though there was honey juice there.
All about her was softness, overly so. The fleshy parts of her body, her thighs and buttocks mostly, were resilient, trembling in warmth. Her thighs were beautiful in that she had the magic quality of some maturing women who are just taking on the bit of extra poundage. When Ella walked, the flesh of her upper thighs would swish and roll slightly, trembling in heaviness. All of this implied that her pussy was so ripe and hot that her body seemed to be swelling, throwing off its inhibitions in making ready for her big orgasm!
And as Ella had observed Randa, Randa observed Ella. She was especially flabbergasted seeing how sexy Ella looked in white jeans and her red T-shirt. There was the shadow of a slight indentation making a valley between her breasts and it was quite obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The hard tips of her big child's nipples brushed and slid under her T-shirt. Her waist was small and her hips jutted out into flaring pillows of buttocks. They were cupped smoothly and solidly into her jeans and the material was lodged deeply between her cheeks-pulling taut where her flesh swelled out.
All together she looked as if she was carrying a load! The way her hips curved down into that thick conjunction of thighs gave buoyancy to her cheeks, made them look that much softer.
Without knowing why, Randa pushed open the door to Ella's bderoom. They stared at each other, Ella holding the electric dildo. For a moment there was a sheepish look on her face, then she decided that since she had been discovered-why not go all the way?
"Hi," was all that Randa could think to say.
"You're home early," whispered Ella, putting the dildo aside.
"Yeah. What's that-I mean, what does that do for you? " Randa referred to the vibrator. She came and stood at the foot of the bed.
"I was thinking about you, Randa-"
"Ohhh, that's what you do when you're-"
"-when you want to fuck someone so badly, and that someone doesn't know. Don't you know what I am, Randa?"
"Yes. I know what kind of girls go to that bar on Castro Street."
"Come to bed with me, Randa. Let me show you how beautiful it can be. No one would be the wiser-after all, we room together. It'll be our secret. . . "
Ella crawled to the side of the bed. She pulled Randa close to her and began to unfasten her skirt.
Randa flicked her hair, haughtily, and gazed up at the celiing as if to regain a moment of sanity. She was beginning to squirm out of her skirt. Her movement seemed to say that she was willing to go along with whatever Ella was planning. When the skirt slid down over her ass, it was like saying: "All right, here's my body. I know it's too much, but I can't help it. I'm bored, and I was born horny. I love to fuck so I keep my body shapely so all the men will see how ripe I am and want to fuck me. So don't be too critical, honey. Just because you've got yourself together.
Then the skirt fell to the floor and Randa stepped free of it. She then removed her blouse and flung it to the center of the room. She looked as if she was ashamed of her breasts because they were so huge. Her arms covered them, protectively.
Ella brought Randa closer and touched her thighs first, then lowered her panties, all the while gazing down into a honey-colored forest. The panties fell with a faint hiss of air. Ella encircled her arms around Randa and pressed her head to her stomach.
It was sensational the way Ella worked on Randa's breasts; she knew that Randa was somewhat ashamed of her mammoth-size tits, so she pretended that they were the sweetest-tasting tits ever. Ella ran her right hand up the center of the large melons and spread her fingers, clasping over one breast. She pulled downward, as though the tit were a water-bag, and the pressure made Randa's tits swell up and her nipples enlarge. They became pinkish red, hardened by the hot sensation shooting through her sumptuous, excited body.
All the time she was fondling her titties, Ella was whispering things in Randa's ear, kissing down along her neck, making her throw back her head and shut her eyes in ecstasy!
It was strange for the two women to be together this way. Perhaps Ella thought Randa was going to say nasty things to her; knowing how catty some chicks were, she expected her to laugh in her face and make fun of her because she was a lesbian, and wanting to fuck her so badly. But Randa was learning. Shit, the second Ella started playing with Randa's naked tits, and they were in the open, both women had one thing on their minds; how to get the most satisfaction for themselves.
Ella began sucking and licking on Randa's young breasts and the room was filled with electricity. Ella had not had a good fuck for a long time, and she was hungry for young, tender meat. Soon, she had pushed Randa down on the bed and climbed on top of her.
"Kiss me, honey, it's not going to be bad."
Randa was beneath her, twisting, tossing, moaning through her teeth. She had her arms folded across her breasts.
Ella had started something that had to be finished. But Randa was not too strong on kissing another female in the mouth! It was fine if Ella only wanted to kiss and lick her titties, or suck her cunt. But for Randa to return the show of sexual affection-that was somewhat different.
Then, as though realizing her hesitance, Ella came between her legs and let one of her giant-size titties push over Randa's clitoris. It was as if Ella was using her tit as a would-be penis, rubbing that big juicy glove up and down, and all around in between Randa's pussy. But it appeared perfectly harmless; in fact, while she was doing that, she very lovingly caressed Randa's fine, mellow thighs.
Ella took a long while just staring down at Randa's naked body. She began trembling all over as if she had just stolen something and feared getting caught. Instinctively, she gazed all around the room as if to see if anyone was watching. Then she smoothed her one hand up and down Randa's body; stroking, teasing, and making suggestive circles with her fingers around her navel, Randa was so inflamed by the burning sensation, that she would draw up one leg, drop it back down, and raise the other. She did not know exactly what to do to relieve herself; and that was what Ella was banking on.
While Ella stroked, Randa was tossing her head from side to side, until she accidentally collided with one of Ella's tits. Automatically, she raised her hands up to capture it, and the next thing she did was to nibble it with her teeth! She nibbled, pulled, and finally took as much as she could into her mouth. That gave Ella the shits! Knowing that Randa had finally decided to enter the game.
To show that she approved, Ella leaned down and kissed Randa's leg. She started at the kneecap and slurped up to her thighs. That made Randa sit straight up, embarrassed and shocked by this new and soul-stirring sensation.
It was out-of-sight! Two healthy females, filled with softness and overripe pussies, playing with each other. They were touching and asking questions. One would touch the other's tits, and wait for some kind of response. If it was pleasant, the hand would remain there and the caresses would continue. Each was telling the other where they enjoyed being touched the most!
Ella kept right on kissing up along the thigh; and Randa leaned back and raised her arms to give her room. Looking down between Randa's legs, she saw how sloppy wet her vagina fluid was pouring down. Ella must have felt compassion for her, seeing her wiggle and beg, bolting up and down. She lowered her head, slowly, until she was inches over Randa's contracting pussy and blew her hot breath into it.
"Oh, baby, kiss me, before I eat your cunt out!" Ella said and snatched Randa's head down on the pillow and raped her lips.
"Yes, yes, anything you tell me to do-I'll do . . . "
"Have you fucked many men?" Ella demanded.
"Not too many. They couldn't make me come."
"I'm going to turn you on to something special."
"I told you I'll go for anything you say. My pussy is yours, Ella. Shit, I can see you know what you're doing."
"Okay, if I do this, it means you're my old lady. I don't do this for just anybody. I want to warn you beforehand, I'm a possessive bitch!"
"I won't run out on you, honest. I wouldn't mind eating your pussy, 'cause you're so damn sexy, Ella."
They played with each other for a long while. Then Ella mounted Randa as a man would. She took a stout hold on her buttocks and yanked her hips up into her own. Their thighs were locked together where they could work their clits into the position they desired.
"Oh, shit-you're good! I want you to have the best fuck there is the first time!" Ella snarled as if she was angry now, and began humping down into the creamy softness . . . dry-fucking Randa harder and faster. Then, she suddenly stopped and drew away. That left Randa begging, moaning and grabbing for her arms to pull her back. But before Ella began again to dry-fuck her, Ella made her kiss her.
When satisfied with the tongue-kissing, she again lowered down into the folds of pussy and worked the slimy cunt to a burning crisp. Ella did not leave one spot of the crevice unlicked or untouched! She buried her head inside Randa's pearly white thighs, and they both nearly exploded. Ella's tongue was flicking fire and fanning that cunt to a fine morsel!
Then it was over and Randa let out a moan that almost shook the apartment building! It took a full minute to quiet her down. She lay there shaking like the leaves on a tree, gasping for breath and crying in Ella's arms.
Only Randa wasn't chicken, either. She hopped right up from the bed and made Ella stand up. Then she bent her over the bed and she came in from behind Ella. She began licking her ass! Her right hand circled around in between Ella's thighs and tickled her pussy at the same time.
Ella was too far-out to know anything except the wonderful feeling going on behind her.
Randa felt no qualms as she licked over Ella's buttocks and in between her crack until Ella could not stand still and grew weak in the knees. When she got too weak to stand up, Randa pulled her down so that her ass was over her mouth and she ate awhile in that position.
All that could be seen was Randa's head and hands spreading wide, soft cheeks, and licking up at the knob of snatch hanging in her face! She drove Ella out of her mind; first licking her tongue up under the asshole to the tip of the cunt, and the rich fluid would leak into her mouth-she sucked that in and pushed her pointed tongue into the vagina. She held it there and Ella had to wiggle her big buns around to get some action going! At that point, Randa pushed her entire face further up between the buttocks and stuck her wet tongue clear inside the asshole! Ella had a fit and busted her nuts, crying, cursing, and loving her newly found sex partner.
Ella got off the bed and swished across the room, the juices in her pussy sounding. Squish, squish!
There was a whip on the chair and she called Randa over to where she stood by the door. Before she told Randa what she was going to do to her, she leaned down and sucked at her cunt for just a second, then pushed Randa's face against the wall and hit her across the ass with the whip! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Randa's face was distorted with weird expressions; pain, sorrow, pleasure, lust, and most of all, and easiest to read-the expression of gratitude from having her woman's body used to please another woman.
Ella and Randa became lovers. Randa at this point had no idea what she had let herself in for.
Before Randa began to room with Ella, Ella had been going steady with a black girl named Tiny. Tiny lived upstairs in 303. Ella and Tiny had not gotten along, they fought because Ella was jealous. They decided it would be best to break up before violence came between them.
Tiny had not come down to see Ella since Randa moved in. Tiny saw Randa a couple of times, passing in the corridor. But when she did pay a visit, she knew right away she had to have Randa.
Evenings when Tiny visited, she kept her eyes glued on Randa. Ella caught it and they played a cat-and-mouse game; Ella's cold stares warning Tiny not to mess with her new catch. Randa felt very uncomfortable, while also having her ego inflated.
Ella left for work in the mornings before six o'clock. Randa did not leave until eight-thirty. Tiny knew this. One morning, she let herself into the apartment after Ella had left for work.
Tiny was very familiar with the apartment. She went to Randa's bedroom door and opened it. Randa was just awakening, glowering at the alarm clock.
"Is that you, Ella?" called Randa.
"Naw, baby-it's Tiny. Hey, did Ella cut out already?"
"Yeah, if she's not out in front."
Randa sat up and rubbed the sleep from her sexy eyes. Her breasts were naked.
"I came down to have a cup of coffee. I ran out. Okay?"
Tiny waited to see Randa roll out of bed. She did a double take when she saw how sumptuous Randa looked in a pair of choked-off panties.
"Would you mind making me a cup?"
Yeah, Tiny could see that Ella had spoiled this baby chicken already. Ella probably waited hand and foot on Randa.
"Sure! Come on in the kitchen. . . "
Tiny didn't know how she was going to make the move. She had very little time; Randa would probably want to shower and take a long time dressing. Was it better to try here in the bedroom?
Tiny went into the kitchen to make the coffee. Randa disappeared into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came into the kitchen, she was still in panties with nothing on top. Well, Tiny knew then that she was a gamely little bitch. Shit, as uninhibited as Randa appeared to be, Tiny was going to have her hands full. But Randa was new to all this. She didn't know that she should not have let Tiny in, nor was she ever to display what was thought to belong to Ella. The unwritten law, you never show your pussy to anyone but your dyke.
Tiny took her cup of coffee out into the living room. Randa followed, treading on tiptoes, looking fresh as a daisy.
"Look here, I don't mean to butt in your business-but ah, is Ella fuckin' you yet?" Tiny turned up her cup when she spoke, waiting to see if her pigeon was vulnerable.
Randa turned and looked at Tiny. "I don't see that's any of your business. . . "
"Ahh, why don't you come off it. You've been baitin' me for a week now." Tiny put the coffee down and spread both arms along the back of the couch. She reared back like a big, tough, strong dyke."
"I have not either!"
"Yes, you have, bitch. Don't give me none of that shit. I ought to whip yo' ass and take me some of that white stank. Did Ella tell you how I fucked her?"
"Were you two going together?"
"Yeah, that's right. I fucked the shit out of Ella. So whatever she's doing for you, I can do better . . . "
"No, thank you!" Randa said, coldly. She put down her coffee cup on the fireplace and started to go toward the bedroom. "Excuse me, I have to get dressed for work. You can stay here if you want. I have to get going!"
"Bitch!" Suddenly Tiny flew into a rage and leaped up. She darted around the couch and caught Randa's arm. "You don't walk out on me while I'm talkin' to you-white whore. Sit yo' ass down and let me tell you a few things-"
"I don't want to fuck you, Tiny. I'm sorry. It's nothing personal-besides, I'm not horny in the mornings-"
"Well, when are you gonna give me some of your pussy?"
"How would Ella like that? Ask to fuck me when she's here."
Tiny grabbed Randa by the hair and shook her-then slammed her back against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of Randa. She became panic-stricken.
"Are you gonna give me some of that pussy?" Tiny screwed up her face and her large lips snarled.
"Will you kindly let go of me."
"You don't think I mean business, do you?"
Tiny pulled back and punched Randa in the mouth! Then she slapped her continuously.
Randa raised both arms to protect herself and tried to duck. Tiny yanked her around in a circle while bombarding the back of Randa's head with hard blows. Then in one angry thrust, Randa went sprawling to the floor.
Tiny walked over and kicked her in the ribs. Randa moaned and rolled over. Tiny put her foot down on the back of her neck.
"Are we gonna fuck or what?"
"Ella's going to beat your ass good for you. You just wait," sobbed Randa, humiliated.
"You want a beating?"
"You better not hit me again!"
Tiny reached down and dragged Randa by the hair to the couch. She picked her up and slammed her down. Randa drew back in fright.
"Nigger!"
"Yeah, nigger in your pussy!"
The relationship between Tiny and Randa began. Randa found that Tiny's brand of raw, brutal lovemaking turned her on. Ella was good in bed, but she handled Randa with kid gloves. There was also a thrill in knowing that Tiny was black. Tiny was so hot natured that she would love her all day-just as long as Randa could get her nuts. That's what she liked about the black bitch.
Randa was caught in the middle. Tiny would come to the apartment during the day and practically rape her. In the evenings Ella was ready to play her sex games with her body.
Then it happened: Ella came home sick one day and found Randa in bed with Tiny. A fight ensued-and Tiny yanked a great deal of hair from Ella's head. Ella ran out into the kitchen to get a butcher knife. Tiny caught her just as she reached the utility drawer and beat the shit out of her.
Randa finally got them calmed down. When Tiny left Ella jumped on Randa. Randa didn't speak for two days and was cold in bed. Ella naturally assumed that she was still fucking Tiny on the side. She beat Randa without provocation-every chance she got.
Tiny got messages to Randa. Randa would go up to Tiny's apartment. Once, Ella waited outside Tiny's door for five hours.
"Tiny! You black bitch! You better send my woman out of there-or so help me, I'll break this door down!" The police had to be called and Ella was arrested when she assaulted the officers.
Ella spent five days behind bars-she was humiliated because her friends at work knew about it. She quit her job so she could stay home with Randa.
Randa tried her best to keep the peace. But there was a war waged between Ella and Tiny. Each time Ella discovered Tiny and Randa together, she would punish Randa. Randa was brutally beaten, almost to the point where she was unable to walk. To teach Randa a lesson, Ella bought a snake. She knew that Randa was deathly afraid of snakes. The snake was put in a box. Ella waited until Randa was soaking in the bath tub. Then she rushed into the bath room and threw the snake into the tub. Randa went berserk!
That had been the breaking point. Randa had to be brought to the U.C. psychiatric division. She was released, after being advised to find a new place to live; she must break away from Ella and Tiny. Randa took the advice and moved out. For a long while neither Tiny nor Ella could locate her. Then Tiny found her, beat, her, tied her up and stuck a cherry bomb in her vagina. Tiny lit the fuse-it burned down to the stem. Then Tiny snatched it out just in time and threw it across the room. It exploded and so did Randa.
Randa is still recovering from her mental breakdown.