In addition, at her tender neck bloody rope marks showed up, caused by the tightening of the noose. Now he looked more closely at the faces of the cri...inals. He was always fascinated how differently the hanged looked after they had died. The murderer showed a pain-cramped face, a trace of bloody saliva ran from her mouth (probable she had bitten herself in the tongue during her agony), her eyes were wide open, the head was tilted sideways. The prostitute seemed to have died nearly peacefully.. His clothes, while clean, were faded and patched to the point that their original color or even material was unknown.He carried an old but clean and well-oiled shotgun that was pointed over the newcomer’s heads. “What do you want? I told you the last time, I’m not selling, and I won’t be run off. This is my land, and I aim to keep it.”“Now Simpson, there ain’t no need to get rambunctious. No need for guns. We’re just checking to see if you are willing to accept the Colonel’s offer. It’s a fair. As I went to move to a better position to see what she was doing Demarcus stopped me. “You might want to grab the condoms out of the bathroom.” He nodded towards the hall. I shook my head and walked to the bathroom trying to watch as Demarcus pulled off his shirt and joined his friends pawing at Karen’s body. By the time I got back the had torn of her panties. Karen was laid out on the couch. Her mouth was busy sucking on one cock. Each of her hands were slowly pulling on a cock and Demarcus’s. Wewere told we would be stopping in an hour. I had to put on thoseshoes! I went off into my "sleep" and dreamed that somebody hadhidden my shoes as a prank and I had to borrow somebody's so Icould go to the bathroom. Namely Wendy's tennis shoes! Wendywas the one sitting next to me. When she walked up to the frontof the bus, I hid my shoes. When we stopped I "woke up" and loand behold, my shoes were missing. What could I do? "Wendy, canI borrow yours?" That really happened. Another.