"I'd depose Tremont, his phony witnesses, Marlene Heston, the EMT personnel and police officers who answered your call to 911, and I'd get a copy of t...e your 911 call. All 911 calls are recorded. Then to discount your arrest today, I'd depose Detectives Swan and Bastian, the prison babes, and any uniformed officers involved. And, I'd probably recommend that you hire a private investigator to prove some blatant lies made during the depositions." Tremont will lie through his teeth," I said."I. Soames had seen wicker carpet beaters--his father had been stationed in Germany, where the beater was called a Tzrepak. Soames had seen his German friends get hit with them, once or twice, but always wicker and with their pants up...and one swat with the sonuvabitch had calmed little Franz down.But now, Ed circled behind Bronte, who was imploring him "No, Ed, Mister Cullen, please not the carpet beater, oh God." Bronte's feet were growing a little blue, but after Trixie began swatting Bronte's. I've finally worked it out. You two are so devious! I love you both. This is so much fun! Now I want my turn with your sexy dick my pretty Jenny John!" Melanie said as she looked warmly and happily into my eyes.Before I knew it Melanie had one hand on my recovering member as she pulled me closer with her other hand. She began to kiss me in a gentle feminine rain of pleasure, my lips, my hair, my ears, my eyes and all the while she whispered, 'Darling sexy Jenny'. Her soft white hand squeezed. How long has it been, anyway? I don’t even know what time of day it is.”Aedan checked the wan light coming in the shuttered window. “It’s afternoon,” he told me. I was surprised; I’d slept probably sixteen hours. “And yes, the templars seem to have much more difficulty than you – they haven’t moved from that room. Can’t concentrate if they’re disturbed, apparently. I’m sure a rest would be welcome. But Avernus put some sort of sleep spell on the Architect, and he says he has some ideas he wants.