Something must have jolted her wake, a creek a hoot I don’t know what. All I know is she couldn’t get back to sleep still feeling restless. Now ...s she lays there wide awake in bed the image of her and him in her minds eye would not leave her and she was sexually frustrated, she got up and pulled out the draw that was beneath her bed to find her trusted vibrator, she then went in to her dressing table found some lubrication and slipped back into bed. She tried to remember how he had looked. " Sir, please." Steve whimpered."Only one thing that I'll take instead of cash. Your body." Sir," Steve started to say something but stopped well aware that his pleas would fall upon deaf ears. "I don't know, sir." Well, Mr. Burnside, you are going to have to make a decision." I'll do it." Steve said with a sigh. He decided that maybe God could understand this act of sin if he knew it was to save his precious c***d."We'll start slow, Mr. Burnside." The land lord was working at his belt buckle.. She had delicious, full, round, firm breasts, erect nipples, a smoothly shaven pussy, and a bubble ass too boot. I took all this in so quickly, without realizing what a pervert I must have seemed, scanning her nakedness like a photocopier, burning the image in my mind for later use.Finding us both at a loss for words, we stood there dumbfounded and unable to speak for a few moments whereupon I suddenly said, “Want to try one together?”To my surprise and amazement, she stood there staring at me. 357 hollow points high in his chest, just below his throat and above the heart. Taking both perps down had taken ten, maybe fifteen seconds and I moved to cover the doors in case they had a driver. I put the civilians on their faces and kept them there, called in a Bush Fire using the the hardline, and waited until the police showed up." ... and that's the story," I finished. One of the uniforms had brought me coffee and I took a sip."Candice Claibourn. Secret Service, huh?" The homicide.